Текст книги "Lone survivor"

Автор книги: Marcus Luttrell

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Acknowledgments

Many thanks to my coauthor, Patrick Robinson, whose admiration and respect for the SEALs is reflected in so many of his novels. He understood I had made a solemn, private vow to the guys that I would somehow get out and relate the story of their gallantry and unending courage. Patrick made this possible, beyond my hopes. I could not possibly have done it without him.

I also owe thanks to the senior commanders of SPECWAR-COM, who granted me permission to tell my story: in particular to Admiral Joe Maguire; to our judge advocate general, Captain Jo King; and to Captain Barbara Ford, who helped me through the network of naval administration prior to publication.

My skipper in SEAL Team 5, Commander Rico Lenway, and Master Chief Pete Naschek unfailingly understood my requests for latitude during the long process of writing the book. As their leading petty officer (Alfa Platoon) I owe them my thanks, not only for their cooperation but also for their certainty that the story of the guys on the mountain should be made public.

I would also like to express my appreciation to ex–Navy SEAL Dick Couch, author of the excellent book The Warrior Elite, the story of the training of BUD/S Class 228. I, of course, was there and appear in his book from time to time, but I referred to Captain Couch’s well-kept log of events for accurate times, dates, sequences, and rate of dropouts. I had notes, but not as good as his, and I’m grateful.

Thanks are also due to my mom and dad, David and Holly Luttrell, for so many things, but especially, in this context, for sitting down and relating, chapter and verse, the extraordinary events that took place back at the ranch in the early summer of 2005 while I was missing in action.

Finally, my fellow SEAL and twin brother, Morgan, who came storming into the ranch within hours of the Battle for Murphy’s Ridge, swore to God I was alive, and never stopped encouraging everyone. Devastated by the death of his great friend Matthew Axelson, still too upset to talk about it, he was nonetheless there for me, helping to correct and improve the manuscript...still with me, as he’s always been and I hope always will be.

Just like we say, bro, From the womb to the tomb! And no one’s ever going to change that.

– Marcus Luttrell

I’m sailing through calm harbor waters here. That’s the American flag fluttering over the transom behind my right shoulder. I guess that’s rare. Most people think I wear it on my heart. Photo by Suzanne Robinson

The guy in front is Billy Shelton, the local iron man who battered, trained, and half killed Morgan and me preparing us to be Navy SEALs. I’m with a good buddy, Army Ranger Tommy Richardson, another Shelton protégé. Photo by Master Sergeant Daniel Marshall

That boatload of SEAL students down there must somehow land the boat on these rocks and then drag it up to the beach. It’s easy to identify the instructor – the dry one on the left, yelli ng his head off. “Too slow! Too clumsy! Too dangerous! Try harder!” U.S. Navy photo by Photographer’s Mate 2nd Class Eric S. Logsdon

Taking the strain: This is a BUD/S training class starting work on the beach with the heavy log – hoisting it, hauling it, running with it. Easy, right? It only weighs about the same as a telephone pole. U.S. Navy photo by Photographer’s Mate 2nd Class Eric S. Logsdon

This is SEAL training at the peak of its ruthlessness. It’s known as getting wet and sandy. That water is freezing. That instructor is merciless. “You want to quit right now, boy, then go ahead – ring the goddamned bell.” U.S. Navy photo by Photographer’s Mate 2nd Class Eric S. Logsdon

Petty Officer Matthew Axelson in combat gear, ready to face the enemy. He held our left flank on the mountain for two hours, under murderous fire. He was shot twice, both times badly hurt, but he kept fighting. Courtesy of Cindy Axelson

Matthew Axelson with his wife, Cindy. His last words were of home: “Tell Cindy I love her.” Photo by Jarrett D. Broughton

Lieutenant Michael Murphy. If they built a memorial to him as high as the Empire State Building, it would never be high enough for me. Courtesy of Daniel J. Murphy, Esq.

Lieutenant Murphy and his fiancée, Heather Duggan. They had planned to marry in November 2005. Courtesy of Daniel J. Murphy, Esq.

Petty Officer Danny Dietz provided our covering fire all afternoon. Desperately wounded, he once more opened fire at the enemy, blasting away up the hill. Courtesy of Maria Dietz

My close friend Danny Dietz at Virginia Beach with his powerful bullmastiff and English bulldog. They were damn near as tough as he was, but not quite. No one was tougher than Danny. Courtesy of Maria Dietz

Up in the mountains or down at sea level, Danny Dietz was the master of his environment. Rock climber, fisherman, warrior – he was the best. Courtesy of Maria Dietz

Erik Kristensen was a SEAL down to his fingertips, and he knew real trouble when he heard it. “They need every gun they can get!” he yelled. “Move it, guys! Let’s really move it!” Courtesy of Suzanne Kristensen

Lieutenant Commander Erik Kristensen, SEAL Team 10’s commanding officer. He did not have to go, but he dropped everything, picked up his rifle, and raced for the helicopter with the rest of them, answering our desperate cry for help. Courtesy of Suzanne Kristensen

Chief Petty Officer Dan Healy, the iron man SEAL strategist who died with his team when the rescue helicopter was hit by a rocket-propelled grenade fired by the Taliban in the Afghan mountains. Courtesy of Navy Fleet Imaging, Pearl Harbor

Shane Patton was replaced at the last moment in the SEAL team’s Operation Redwing. He stood at the door and said good-bye to all of us, wishing us luck. But when we called in for help, Shane was the second man into the rescue helicopter. Less than two hours later, he was dead, killed when it crashed into the mountain. Photo by DCI Photography, Randy Adger

It’s rough, arid ground up here. Often there’s no cover for a watchful Navy SEAL – but we usually get in pretty close if we think the Taliban might be in residence. U.S. Navy photo by PHCM(SW) Terry Cosgrove

U.S. Special Forces move in single file through the snowcapped mountains of northeastern Afghanistan. U.S. Navy photo by Photographer’s Mate 1st Class Tim Turner

The heavily armed Navy SEAL on the left is not me, but it might as well have been. I’ve often stood on a lonely Afghan mountainside staring through those passes, watching for an advancing Taliban convoy. U.S. Navy photo by Photographer’s Mate 1st Class Tim Turner

Thankfully, not all Afghan villagers are hostile to us. Right here a couple of U.S. Special Forces question the locals, and a lot of them are happy to help. U.S. Navy photo by Photographer’s Mate 1st Class Tim Turner

A small section of the crowd that held the vigil at our ranch. At lunchtime there were sometimes three hundred meals served. No one ever really knew where the food came from; it just kept arriving. “God knows, it was just like the loaves and fishes,” according to my mom. Courtesy of Holly Luttrell

Night and day for one week these local people stayed, refusing to leave my mom and dad while everyone thought I was dead. A small group of them got together for this photograph five minutes after SEAL Command called from Coronado to announce that reports of my death were greatly exaggerated. Photo by Master Sergeant Daniel Marshall

Four Texans in the Oval Office: The president with my mom and dad and me. “Gosh,” said President Bush, “it’s great to start the day with Texans.” Courtesy of the White House

I’ve taken it to the limit for my country on the battlefield, and I was honored to do it. Right here I’m still shoulder to shoulder with my commander in chief. White House photo by Eric Draper

The proudest moment of my life. My commander in chief pins the Navy Cross on my uniform, right below my SEAL Trident, in the Oval Office, July 18, 2006. White House photo by Eric Draper

About the Authors

Petty Officer Marcus Luttrell was raised on his parents’ horse ranch in Texas. He joined the United States Navy in March 1999, was awarded his Trident as a combat-trained Navy SEAL in January 2002, and joined SEAL Team 5 in Baghdad in April 2003. In the spring of 2005 he was deployed to Afghanistan. He was awarded the Navy Cross for combat heroism in 2003 by President Bush.

Patrick Robinson is known for his bestselling U.S. Navy–based novels, most notably, Nimitz Class, Kilo-Class, and Seawolf. His autobiography of Admiral Sir Sandy Woodward, One Hundred Days, was an international bestseller. He lives in England but spends his summers on Cape Cod, Massachusetts, where he and Marcus Luttrell wrote Lone Survivor.