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...
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.