I stepped into the house, rifle raised.
They knew we were there; we were too loud outside.
There was a hallway.
I took 2 steps down it before my night vision goggles snagged on the low ceiling forcing me to go right.
My teammate “M” saw my direction change and expertly stepped in front of me, and began walking down the hallway instead...
What sounded like an explosion was a shotgun blast coming from the end of the hallway.
The man we were after had been waiting to shoot at the first thing he saw...
...which was M.
The blast hit M in the chest, but his body armor would save his life.
Shooting at a SEAL Team generally isn’t a good idea and this was no exception; the house was secured in minutes.
When I was back in my room, I couldn’t stop thinking about something:
M was 6” taller than me...
If my NVGs hadn't snagged, I could have been shot in the face based on where the blast hit M.
We say that life is a miracle, but an even bigger miracle is survival.
Chances are we probably cheat death every day, unaware of how close we were to dying.
Every morning, Zen Buddhists ask an imaginary bird on their shoulder, “is this my last day?"
If your bird said it was, would you have regret?
"Once you learn how to die, you learn how to live." - Tuesdays With Morrie