A Confession By A Navy SEAL

The most difficult is not always the most difficult

I did, admittedly, in my early 20’s and on a rare occasion, broke my arm and took a short holiday off the service

In the picture:
Me in the Red Sea with friends in a hotel pool.
During an intensive counter-terrorism course (after being certified) my officer broke my arm in a Krav-Maga session.
I had to take a vacation, I also had to feel guilty for not participating and suffering and becoming stronger and better with the rest of the team.

I don’t like salt in my apple juice.
But I still have it every damn day for breakfast without the ability to choose.

Disclaimer:
This piece was written in freestyle form.
These stories do not contain any special tricks or recommendations for you to apply.
It is merely a personal reflection and urge to share.
C’est tout, c’est la vie.
Merci.

Desert winds are whispering

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