It was check in day for new SEALs across America...

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It took me 3 hours to finally get out of my truck and start walking toward the building I had been staring at all morning.

After years of training, thousands of miles of running and swimming, and hundreds of thousands of push ups, pull ups, and bear crawls, I had become a Navy SEAL and had been feeling VERY proud of my accomplishment...

...until today.

It was check in day for new SEALs across America and all the pride I had felt from earning my SEAL Trident been replaced with anxiety as I walked toward the front door of SEAL Team 2...

What was life at a real SEAL Team going to be like?

Turns out, life as an FNG (f*%!ing new guy) was a healthy mix of long hours, constant travel and more extra daily duties than could be accomplished, unless sleeping was not important to you.

But there was a method to the madness.

The Trident was not the finish line, but rather a spot at the start of a much larger challenge; preparing for/going to war on the front lines.

This challenge required every member's 100% effort, 100% of the time.

Our commitment to the Team was constantly tested.

When we finally deployed, we were no longer 'FNGs and vets,' we were a family, and we were unstoppable.

Takeaway: For a team to function at an elite level, everyone must be bought in.