Red Cell (Rogue Warrior, #2) by Richard MarcinkoOnce again, loose morals, awful language, but intriguing story. Sometimes the authors bravado gets on your nerves, and sometimes you think it would take that kind of bravado and extreme self confidence to be able to accomplish the things he writes about.
Some passages that I marked:
It is like this. Warriors are different. Whether you are a master of the ancient Chinese martial art of tai chi chuan, a sniping instructor at the Marine sniping school at Quantico, or a master chief at BUD/S out at Coronado Island, you have the same goal: to teach your students to neutralize the enemy by any and all means at their disposal, as quickly as they can. To instill this principle so that each man can carry it out takes time and effort.
First, they must be willing to work hard. To learn the craft of killing. Then they must learn to work as a group--remember all that preaching about unit integrity? I told you youd see it again. Then they must learn to be flexible, both in body and mind. In Eastern martial arts, for example, you learn how to turn your enemys energy against him. The same doctrine can be applied in running a Marine platoon, a SEAL squad, or an Army Ranger battalion.
Finally, you must inculcate in your men a warriors soul. The soul of a true warrior is always prepared for death. What that means in plain English is, give your mission everything youve got--because in the end, youre gonna die anyway. So the warrior gives everything he does 110 percent. This, then, is the core of the warrior. The resolve that allows him to kill, face-to-face. The determination that keeps him going despite any adversity. pg 98
Because my sleeve length is thirty-five and my inseam is thirty-two, people tend to underestimate me. All they see is another knuckle-dragger who loves to use the F-word in various ingenious combinations. They forget that I have a masters in international relations from Auburn, and that I speak three languages conversationally and a half a dozen more well enough to get me by.
They know that I am proficient at killing. They forget that I am also a reasonably capable corporate politician. You cant not be a corporate politician and rise to the positions I held in the Navy, which included command of SEAL Teams Two and Six, naval attache in Phnom Penh, Navy liaison to Operation Eagle Claw--the rescue of the Tehran hostages--and SpecWar briefer to Secretary of the Navy John Lehman. Its impossible.
But thats okay with me. Id rather be underestimated. It gives me an edge. It allows me the advantage of surprise. --pg 134
I worked for countless assholes like Pinky when I was in Vietnam, inflexible, small-minded officers with pea-brains, who refused to see how SEALs could be utilized imaginatively. Instead of using us as the tip of the tactical spear to terrorize and disorient the enemy, they assigned us brief supporting roles for their slow, blundering, ineffective armadas of riverine craft--SpecWar spear carriers whose mission was badly conceived and ill-defined.
The reason behind their incredible lack of vision was that they had all been trained as ship drivers, aviators, or nuclear submariners, not as lean, mean badass jungle fighters. They thought of war in the conventional way--a static affair in which the lines dont shift very much; in which one side attacks the other with huge numbers of men to take territory.
But as we all know now--and a few of us knew back then--Vietnam was an unconventional war. It wasnt about territory and huge armies facing off the way it had been done since the Assyrians. Vietnam was a brutal jungle war largely waged by small groups of highly motivated insurgents backed up by large numbers of highly motivated troops. To succeed, you had to hit the enemy the way he hit you: get in, beat the shit out of him, and get the hell out before he knew what had happened. Most of the naval officers with whom I worked just didnt get it. --156
A word about that. Youre probably groaning now and saying why the hell is he talking about cannon fodder again. God, what an insensitive, politically incorrect schmuck this Marcinko chap is.
Well, gentle reader, cannon fodder is a reality of warfare. There are times when, as a commander, you make a decision that will probably send some of your men to their deaths. Period. Full stop.
When I created SEAL Team Six, I chose several of the younger shooters knowing that if I had to make that call, theyd be the first ones to go into the jaws of death. I did it without remorse or guilt.
I did not feel remiss about this because, as a SEAL, I am the Navys cannon fodder. SEALs are expendable. In fact, all SpecWar units are expendable. Thats the way its always been. Indeed, the UDT teams at Omaha Beach in June 1944 lost more than 50 percent of their men. The planners on Ikes staff had known how bad it would be, and still they assigned those naked warriors their mission. The Frogs at Omaha Beach were cannon fodder. So were the brave Canadian commandos who lost 80 percent of their men at Dieppe.
But the generals who created those missions werent villains. Nor were they callous. Sometimes, war calls for men to sacrifice themselves for a greater good. And when the order comes through, you dont have to like it--you just have to do it. No matter what the consequences may be.--167
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Marcinko; married Kathy Black, marriage ended, ; married Nancy Alexander, September 4, ; children: first marriage Kathy, Richie; stepchildren: second marriage Brandy, Tiffany. Education: U. Navy Postgraduate School, B. Home— Alexandria, VA. Agent— Witherspoon Associates, Inc. Richard Marcinko, Inc.
Dangerous times require dangerous men. And there isn't a man alive more deadly than the Rogue Warrior. Captain Richard "NMN" Marcinko must uncover the truth behind recent attempts to destabilize Azerbaijan, the tiny former Soviet republic that holds the key to the oil-rich Caspian Sea. A pipeline to the West is planned, and both Russia and Iran want control. But there are hidden players, including billionaire Steve Sarkesian; just how he ties in with the Russkies and Arabs is unclear, but treachery is afoot to choke off America's black gold. Enlisting his elite SEALs, Marcinko races to the heart of the Middle East, doing what he does best -- breaking rules and cracking heads until the only thing left standing is justice. Richard Marcinko retired from the Navy as a full commander after more than thirty years of service.
Following a traditionally content-crammed October and November, another year creeps to a close with few higher profile releases hitting in its last few weeks. Don't tell that to Bethesda Softworks, though, as it infiltrates the holidays with the under-the-radar stealth shooter Rogue Warrior. Though the house that rebooted the Fallout franchise is best known for blasting mutated baddies with Fat Boys and, more recently, their blades-and-bullets-fueled WET, they—with the aid of developer Rebellion— have also been quietly working on a title closer to Tom Clancy territory than post-apocalyptic or pulp-film worlds. Loosely based on the life of real-deal Navy SEAL Richard Marcinko, Rogue Warrior was originally being developed by Zombie Studios until Bethesda turned the reins over to Rebellion, who reworked everything from the story and setting, to the tech and gameplay. The final product offers a messy mix of cool concepts and unfulfilled potential that'll likely only appeal to Marcinko's most faithful following or shooter fans whose trigger fingers are still itching even after spending countless hours on Modern Warfare 2's front lines. Rogue Warrior does a decent job of capitalizing on its non-fiction hero, setting its story in an engaging Cold War-era campaign that sees him infiltrating North Korea and the U.
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War can be fun for the rogue warrior, once he has a sea daddy behind him and a swim buddy alongside, an unlimited budget for top-of-the-line killer toys and a foreign play-pond stocked with little brown sex machines and bad guys to wax. This is not meant to be sarcastic. But that was only practice. I never got to kill anybody, and some tiny corner of me wonders what it feels like to go all the way. This book says it feels great, especially if followed by cold beer with good friends. Marcinko, who operated clandestinely as a counterterrorist, would at least have altered many names, dates and locales.
Easily penetrating the facility's defenses, he engages in a deadly firefight with North Korean operatives -- and discovers that a group of traitorous Americans are smuggling nuclear materials to North Korea and Japan. With no where else to turn, the former Secretary of Defense recalls Marcinko to the Navy against his will to command Red Cell, a dirty-dozen Seal team Marcinko created. From infiltrating Washington's Navy Yard offices and secret nuclear weapons depot in California, to raiding a North Korean Navy base and a target far out in the Pacific, the Rogue Warrior and his marauding SEALs fight incredible odds and increasingly dangerous enemies. A relentlessly paced audio program that hurtles to its electifying climax, Rogue Warrior II: Red Cell is as good as a thriller gets. Goodreads helps you keep track of books you want to read. Want to Read saving…. Want to Read Currently Reading Read.