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thing.”
     
    “What branch of the military?”
     
    “Navy.  When America still had a military – still had its own Navy before it was co-opted by the U.N.  Was in for just over a year, then applied and was accepted into SWCC.”
     
    “What is that?”
     
    “Special Warfare Combatant Crewman.  Work alongside the SEALs – get in get out operations, and from there…did that for about nine months… I decided to try out for the SEALs.  Knew enough of them by then, and figured I was tougher than most, so why not?  Did my time at BUD/S, passed my PST easily, so easily that some people from JSOC noticed me and I got handed over to them.”
     
    “And that led to your involvement with SEAL Team 6?”
     
    “Yes – DEVGRU.  Naval Special Warfare Development Group.  At that time working out of Fort Bragg. This was around 1987...1988.  Reagan was still in the White House.”
     
    Mac had become much more animated than when I first saw him.  Clearly the subject of his past military experience, at least its beginnings, was a favored one.
     
    “How long did you remain with SEAL Team Six?”
     
    “Nine years, up to about 1997.  Did several months in Eastern Europe, Kosovo.  Black Squadron.  That’s where I started to hook up a lot with the Intel gang.  A bit of NSA.  CIA.  All the voodoo-acronyms.  The real nasty fucks.  Started the transition with them.”
     
    “Transition?”
     
    “NSA was scouring installments like DEVGRU for recruits.  Wanted guys like me who could handle themselves in a shit-storm but had some Intel training too.  Went over my file, report records, all of it.  Liked what they saw and asked me to join up.  They fed my ego.  I was the biggest bad ass on the planet back then – so I thought. Still young and stupid.  Told me how much good I could do for the country, so I said yes.  Took the offer.  And for government work – the money was damn good.  Well, months went by, then years…thought I had made a mistake.  Had me pouring over data inside of a cubicle at Fort Meade.  I was losing my mind there.  Kept making requests to put me in the field and they kept coming back with soon.   Real soon. Then 9-11 happened.  The World Trade Center attacks in New York. The ones the U.N’s curriculum programs, their cultural sensitivity mandates scrubbed from the history books, from all the media logs.  Kids today don’t even know those attacks happened. After 9-11 I was offered to become part of something called Project Icon.  A little in-house zero oversight thing of the DoD’s that also ran through NSA.  In fact, PI was hardly known about, but what we did…we were even deeper behind the curtain than Icon was.  That’s where the picture there on the wall you were looking at comes from.  The four of us there – we were Project Icon.  That’s where I really learned how to kill.  And the more I did it, the more atta boys they gave me.  Just like the movies back then, some shit went down, we got the call…we cleaned it up. Or…we went in and stirred the shit up and then got out and waited.   And we were good at it.  That picture was Egypt…2003.  Five weeks before American military forces hit the sand in Iraq.  We helped pave the road for them. A few Egyptian weapons smugglers helping out Saddam’s military.  First we asked nice.  They ignored us.  Then we executed them.  Then we posed for that picture and slept without a care in the world that night.”
     
    The shock at his last descriptive statement must have clearly registered on my face because he looked at me with more than a bit of amusement.
     
    “I know your dad told you what I was then, and I don’t make any excuses for it.  I was a killer on hire by the government of the United States.  I swore an oath to defend and if need be, terminate any threats, both foreign and domestic.  And that’s exactly what I did.  A whole lot of it too.  Thing is, as repulsive or scary to some people