SEALS

If you haven't heard yet, the American captain who was taken hostage by Somali pirates last week has been rescued by a Navy Seal team. If you haven't heard that, where have you been? Anyway, I keep seeing and hearing on the news what an awesome and heroic rescue operation this was. And when I first heard about it on the radio, I was thinking, 'Wow, the Seals must have really done something cool. What took them so long?' Well, the more I read about it and watched on CNN what happened, the more I ask the question: What's so heroic? They sniped the pirates. Wow. That seems so easy, if you ask me. Especially when I heard how far away the shot was. 100 foot shot. That's not that far. Ever since basic training we've been shooting targets at over 300 METERS which is equal to 328 yards which is equal to 984 feet. I've seen Clay who has no military training whatsoever make a 300 yard shot at a deer and hit it square on. Was this really "great marksmanship" by the navy seal snipers like CNN reported or was it the easiest shot these guys would ever take in their life. I think Squirrel hunting would have been harder then shooting these pirates.

Well you might say, 'Well Nathan, it was at night. That right there makes it a difficult shot." Nope. That actually makes the shot easier. See we had a saying in the Infantry that would surely apply to the Navy Seals...it goes like this: "We Own the Night." The reason why we own the night has nothing to do with us as soldiers or our training. It has everything to do with our technology in our country. See we have these little infrared lasers on the end of all of our weapons that shoots a green laser out that can only be seen with our night vision goggles. You don't even have to look down the end of your rifle. You just point the laser on the head of the dude you are "aiming" at and pull the trigger. You could shoot from the hip with this technology and still take your target down.

Don't get me wrong, I’m not trying to take anything away from the Seals. They are awesome dudes, and some of the most highly trained dudes in the world. I've personally worked right alongside a seal team in my time in Iraq, and they are very cool. What I am trying to say is that the media has no idea what they are saying half the time, and this is another example of them blowing something out of proportion.

I was waiting for the seals to do something to save the captain, I knew they would. But I expected them to do something a little cooler, something a little more up to their awesomeness, like swimming undetected to the lifeboat and snapping the pirate’s necks or cutting their throats. That would of been awesome, and worthy of calling it a heroic mission. Instead it was like shooting a fish in a barrel...or a pirate in a lifeboat. Where's the coolness in that?

Controversy of Mixed Martial Arts

Six hundred years before Christ the Greeks introduced a new sport called pankration to the Olympic Games. The word pankration comes from two Greek words, pan, meaning “all” and kratos, meaning “powers.” The sport was a mixture of boxing and wrestling, and it only had two rules: no eye gouging and no biting. The bouts could only end when one of the fighters was either knocked out unconscious or the fighter submitted to the other. The fights would last for hours and often ended with the death of one or even both of the fighters. The sport was a huge success in the Games, and became one of the most popular sports across the Greek Empire.
The matches took place in a very small arena only twelve to fourteen feet across. The small space purposely forced the fighters to constantly engage in close quarters combat. Common techniques in the bout featured punches, kicks, joint locks, knee and elbow strikes, and choke holds. The match always started with the two fighters standing, but almost always ended on the ground, with one fighter killing the other, most of the time by strangulation. The fighters became so famous for what they could accomplish in a ring, that Alexander the Great recruited them to be soldiers in his army because he admired their skills in unarmed combat. Many historians believe this is where the Asian martial arts have their root, since most martial arts trace their history to India at around the time that Alexander invaded the country.

Many years later during the rise of the Roman Empire, pankration would fall by the wayside when other combat sports started to become more popular, such as Greco-Roman wrestling and boxing. The sport would be forgotten for many centuries until it would make a huge comeback on November 12, 1993. The first professional “mixed martial arts” fights of the Ultimate Fighting championship (UFC) would take the world by storm. The UFC advertised their fights as “no holds barred” matches with no weight classes, no safety devices, and hardly any rules. They would pit two men in a cage, no matter what the size difference to see which man was better. The sport has evolved throughout the years adding gloves for safety, time limits on the matches, and many other rules to keep the fighters safe. It has grown into one of the most popular sports on the planet with fans all around the world. It has practically laid its competition such as boxing and professional wrestling to rest, but the climb to popularity has not been an easy one. Even today, as the fastest growing sport in America, it faces many critics who want to see the sport banned and outlawed altogether. It has been deemed dangerous and barbaric. Most critics of the sport do not even consider it a sport, but just a street fight between two caged animals. Is Mixed Martial Arts just a “human cock fight” as described by Senator John McCain between two mindless barbarians determined on beating one another into submission with no rules and no care for the individual?

I can see how some may look down on MMA as a dangerous and barbaric sport when I take in account the history of the sport. The Greeks and even the first few years of the UFC were very barbaric. In the first UFC fight you could witness a 300 pound sumo wrestler take on a 170 pound Brazilian jiu jitsu fighter with only a few rules to keep the fighters from killing each other. But the way the sport has evolved is what makes me disagree with what Senator McCain has to say about the sport. As someone who has trained for the last 6 years in MMA while in the army and has participated in several tournaments throughout the years, I have to say that the sport is actually quite the opposite of what the critics are calling it.

First of all the fights are sanctioned by a governing body of individuals who have agreed on several rules to keep the fights as safe as possible for the fighters. The gloves that the fighters wear soften the blow in contrast from a bare knuckle fist. This keeps the amount of concussions and injury to the fighters brains down during the fight. They also added rules that give the referee more control of the fight. If the referee thinks the fighter is in danger and not intelligently defending himself, he has the power to make the decision to end the fight and declare a winner, where as in the beginning the fight was over when an arm or ankle was broken, or the opponent laid unconscious on the ground, either from a choke or a knockout blow. The rules have also changed in making time limits for the fights. In the beginning the fights could last for hours with the fighters exerting so much energy that they would be dehydrated to the point of total exhaustion and put their bodies in serious health risks. The rules were added to make every normal fight last three, five minute rounds and championship fights five, five minute rounds with a minute rest in-between every round to drink water and rest their bodies. All of these rules were added to help the fighter stay safe during the fight and protect them from unnecessary injuries.

Secondly, the fighters themselves are called into question by the critics saying they are just glorified bar fighters. This could not be farther from the truth. The fighters are highly trained athletes that spend months preparing for their fight. They also train in many different disciplines of the martial arts, hence the name, “mixed martial arts.” One fighter will spend years honing his skills to become an expert in striking and grappling. Every day of the week he will spend hours working on his boxing for his punches, his Muay Thai kickboxing and his karate for his kicks along with his knee and elbow strikes. He will work with a wrestling coach for his takedowns and a Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu coach for his joint locks and choke holds. He will spend hours in the gym working on weight training for strength and run miles upon miles for his cardiovascular fitness. His diet will be split up into six small meals a day, with only the healthiest food to eat, never cheating on his diet. MMA fighters are not just a big guy from a bar that enjoys picking a fight for the fun of it. They are highly trained individuals who spend years mastering their skills to be at the top level of their sport.

Mixed Martial artists have also been referred to by many as being mindless barbarians, but the fact is that most fighters today have earned their college degrees or are in the process of going to school for them. Rich Franklin (the former Middleweight Champion of the UFC) has his bachelor’s degree in mathematics and a master’s degree in education. He was a former high school math teacher before becoming a professional fighter. Chuck Liddell (former Light Heavyweight champion) has a bachelor’s degree in accounting. Randy Couture (three-time Heavyweight champion and two-time Light Heavyweight champion) earned his bachelor’s degree in German from Oklahoma State University while becoming a three-time All-American wrestler for the University.

The amount of intelligence it takes to quickly think on your feet and make the split-second decisions it takes to survive in an MMA fight is unbelievable. When the fight first starts, the two fighters are on their feet facing each other a lot like a pitcher in baseball faces the batter. Many things go through the fighters head as he stands and does battle with his opponent. Which punch to throw and when to throw it? What combination of punches and kicks might be coming at him as he stands there? When to block or when to counter? Should he shoot in for a takedown or a slam? If the fight goes to the ground many more questions come into play for the fighter. The chess match of strategy and skill mixed with the question of who has more strength and endurance between the two fighters is a beautiful thing to watch. Just because a fighter is on top of another fighter while on the ground does not mean that the one on top is in a dominant position. One mistake from either one of the fighters could mean a snapped arm from an armbar or a choke from a triangle choke. Every little thing has to be taken into account for each of the fighters. Just like in a game of chess, a fighter must always think two moves ahead in order to come out with a win. Far from the brainless barbarian or the street fighting thugs that mixed martial artists are described as by many of the mainstream media and senators in Washington.

In conclusion, there are many different opinions out there about MMA. At one time, MMA was a very dangerous sport with hardly any rules, but today it is different. It is not full of thugs with a mission in life to go out and hurt people just to try and feel better about themselves. It is a sport full of gentlemen who love to compete at the highest level of individual competition. Nine out of ten fighters go into a fight with total humility and respect for their opponent, almost always shaking hands before the battle begins and hugging and congratulating each other at the end. It is not a sport full of brainless barbarians who just want to hurt their fellow man in a “human cock fight.” It is a sport for superior athletes who love competing in one of the purest sports known to man, a sport that truly tests one’s mind, body, and soul.

Memoriars of a Soldier

Everyone comes to a point in their life when they have to grow up. It is at this point that they realize that life is real, life is precious, and life is hard. In the early morning hours of March 13th, 2004, I had to grow up very fast. It was our first week in Tikrit, Iraq. My company, Bravo Company 1st of the 18th Infantry, had just taken over Saddam's palace as our new base of operations. We would be spending the next twelve months in the city patrolling the streets and trying to find insurgents. I was a young Private First Class at the time. I had only been in the army for about a year and a half, but had spent that time with the men of Bravo getting ready for our mission in Iraq.

Our company commander was a man named Captain John Kurth. He was a graduate of West Point, an Airborne Ranger, and a mirror image of a G.I. Joe action figure. He put us through Ranger training, preparing us and getting us ready for the war, and we were going to do everything we could to make him proud. We were a confident group of young men. We had forged the strong bonds with each other that only brothers in arms can make. We loved each other just as if we had all come from the same mother. We knew it would not be an easy year, but we were determined to do what was necessary to bring each other home alive in the end. I knew that death was possible, but as every young man who thinks he is invincible, it never crossed my mind that something could actually happen to me or to one of my brothers in my unit. In our eyes, we were the best. We would show the insurgents of Tikrit what it meant to fight a United States Army Infantryman. We were ready to bring them a fight that they would never forget. We were ready for our mission, but nothing would prepare us for the events that took place on our first weekend in the God forsaken city of Tikrit, Iraq.

Zero hundred hours on the thirteenth of March, I put my Ranger Handbook down, and laid down on my cot, exhausted from a long day out in sector. We had spent the day patrolling the streets, searching for roadside bombs and setting up traffic stops for random searches of cars. I started to take off my boots, when my platoon sergeant, Sergeant First Class Jerry Almario, came in and told me to keep my boots on and stay ready. He and I had become good friends during our training and he had taken me under his wing as his personal machine gunner because of the bond we had made. Wherever he went, I followed. One did not go on a mission without the other. Our mission this night was to be a “Quick Reaction Force” for our sister platoon out in sector. We were going to be on standby all night in case something went wrong with 3rd Platoon's night patrol. We were allowed to go to sleep, but had to stay dressed and ready to go at a moment's notice if the patrol got into trouble. I put my knee pads back on and laid down covering my eyes with a blanket. It seemed like only minutes had passed when my platoon sergeant came running into my room again screaming to wake up; 3rd platoon was under attack. I looked at my watch, it was four a.m. I rolled out of my bed, put on my helmet and vest, and grabbed my machine gun. I was out the door and in the truck within seconds. We hit the road with such speed I barely had time to load my gun. “So what's going on, 3rd can't handle a little gunfire without calling on 2nd for help?” I laughed as I asked my platoon sergeant. He turned around and looked at me with an intensity in his eyes that I had never seen. “Black six is down,” He said. Black six was the code name for Captain Kurth, our leader and one of my platoon sergeant's closest friends. I felt a lump in my throat and began to feel sick to my stomach.


3rd platoon's mission was to drive around all night and enforce the curfew the city had overnight. No one was allowed outdoors besides U.S. forces between the hours of 11 p.m. and 6 a.m. At approximately 3:45 a.m. the patrol was hit by a roadside bomb. The bomb ripped into the second truck of the convoy. The trucks we used back then for patrol had no doors and no roofs. CPT Kurth was sitting in the front passenger seat of the second truck. He and the team leader sitting behind him (Specialist Jason Ford) took the direct blow from the bomb. The bomb disabled the vehicle and was the perfect distraction for the complex attack that the insurgents had planned. Ten to fifteen insurgents positioned themselves on the rooftops and in the top floor windows of the surrounding buildings and began to rain bullets down on top of the convoy.
By the time our Quick Reaction Force arrived on the scene the fight was over. 3rd Platoon suffered mass casualties. All four men in the commander's vehicle were not moving. Captain Kurth and Ford's bodies were torn to shreds. The gunner in the back of the truck had been blown about 20 yards away from the vehicle and the driver had blood coming out of his right ear. The medics on the scene did everything they could for Jason and Captain Kurth, but they succumbed to their wounds and died shortly afterwards.



The loss of our company commander and one of our most experienced team leaders would become one of the most devastating experiences of my life. From that moment on, I started to feel very vulnerable about my life. We thought we had prepared for everything Iraq could bring to us, but nothing could have prepared us for this. I did not know how to react to my friends dying such a horrible death. I was not prepared for the river of my brother's blood that flowed down the streets of Tikrit. I cried with my brothers that day. We wept for their families. Captain Kurth's son stuck out in our minds as we sat there and cried together. We thought about Ford's mother and father who did not get a chance to see their son that year for Christmas because he did not have the money to fly home from Germany on leave. We cried in anguish for the loss of our friends.


For the first time in my life I realized that I was not invincible. We all convinced ourselves that we would not make it through the next year in Iraq. I thought of all the terrible things I had done in my life and knew that God would make me answer for those things sooner rather than later. Instead of turning to Him for guidance, we accepted our fate and began to do things that we thought we would never do. We began to take more risks out in sector. When we saw a box on the side of the road and could not figure out if it was a roadside bomb or not, we would just walk right up to it and kick it aside as hard as we could, not caring what happened to us. When we got into firefights, we would stand out in the middle of the street, refusing to take cover, daring the enemy to make us meet our Maker, to let us die like our friends on that cold March morning. But it never happened. We survived. I made it back from my first tour on February 7th 2005 and realized for the first time how much God was with me the whole time I was over there. I got back to the states and re-devoted my life to Him.


In October of 2006 I went back to Iraq for a second tour of duty. I was a sergeant, a team leader of my own fire team. This time I went with a different attitude, but used the same old tactics. I knew with all of my heart that I was going to be okay. Even if I were to die or lose a limb I would trust in God and know that everything was going to be alright. I knew where I was going if I died, so again, I took the risks out in sector. But this time I took risks for a different reason. When a dangerous mission came up and it was between me going and one of my soldiers, I would volunteer for the mission. I did not want one of my friends who had not accepted God's grace to risk their lives. I shared my faith with those who would listen. Once again, I found myself not taking cover in the middle of firefights; some people thought I was crazy, others thought I was brave, yet others realized it was my faith in God and knowing where I was headed when I died that compelled me to draw the fire away from the brothers I loved. They saw my faith in action. They knew of the church back home praying for us, asking God to keep us safe. And again, after another 15 months, no one from my platoon was seriously wounded or killed. Our battalion took heavy losses, but God looked after my platoon; the brothers that I loved and prayed for and ministered to every day.

Every day that goes by, I think of all the brothers I lost in the war. Since the beginning of the war on March 20th 2003 there has been 4,245 confirmed American casualties in Iraq to date (“iCasualties: Iraq Coalition Casualty Count”). Six of those were personal friends of mine that I served with. The significance of March 13, 2004 was huge in my life. It was a day that started my life on a long journey of self-discovery and faith. I think about the transformation that took place in my life from John Kurth and Jason Ford's deaths. The book of James says: “Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance. Perseverance must finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything.” (James 1: 2-4) I have faced many trials and many hardships in my life, but I have come out of it with maturity and a stronger faith and love for God. I often wonder and sometimes fear what God has planned for me in this life. I humbly believe He is preparing me for something special, I just hope I can take the experiences that He has given me and use them for the good of His kingdom. I hope to demonstrate the same kind of courage in my life for God that Captain Kurth and SPC Jason Ford showed for their country.

***This was an essay for my Comm1 class at O.C. The assignment was to write a memoriar of a significant moment in our life. Let me know if you see any grammar mistakes, it's not due until next Tuesday***

Born Survivor

I had to write a profile essay for my Comm I class this past week...this is what I came up with:





“Life should not be a journey with the sole intention of arriving in a well-preserved, well-kept body. Rather, you should aim to skid in sideways, body covered in scars, thoroughly worn out, used up and shouting: ‘Yahoo, what a ride!’” (Bailey) These are the words of a man named Bear Grylls-adventurer, writer, motivational speaker, T.V. star,and devoted family man. For years Bear has entertained the world with his death defying skydives, his informative survival techniques, and his habit of eating some of the vilest creatures on earth. Bear has become one of the most popular stars on the Discovery Network appearing on such shows like Oprah and The Tonight Show with Jay Leno. Bear has become an instant star in the last few years. When asked by Sports Magazine writer Mark Bailey how he hit the big time, Bear has this to say: "I honestly think it's 1% talent and 99% luck. The more I do these shows, the more I meet better skydivers, better climbers, better survivor guys... and I often think: ‘God, they'd be so much better at this than me.' But there’s nobody more surprised than me, apart perhaps from my wife! Life is like that; you have to grab opportunities and go for it, and I've never been scared to throw my heart and soul into things.” From growing up with his father camping and climbing, to the British Special Forces, to his popularity as a survival expert on television, Bear has always been a man who goes for his dreams and loves adventure.

Bear grew up in Bembridge on the Isle of Wight in Great Britain learning how to camp and climb from his father Sir Michael Grylls, a British Politian who first led Bear on rooftop expeditions to the top of their house when Bear was a young child (Martin). When Bear got older and graduated from school he joined the British military and passed the Special Forces selection in 1994. He served in the Special Forces for three years and learned many tactics, such as: hand to hand combat, desert and winter survival, escape and evade survival, High Altitude Low Opening parachuting, climbing, and Explosive Ordnance Disposal. He became such an expert that he eventually was made an instructor for the British Special Forces in combat survival. He participated in two tours in North Africa. In late 1996 Bear broke his back in three places when his parachute ripped partly open at 1600 feet and he hurled to the earth, landing on his parachute pack, partially crushing three vertebrae. He was medically discharged out of the Special Forces the following year. Most doctors said he would never walk again, but that did not stop Bear from setting his goals and moving forward with his dreams. It took him 18 months to rehabilitate himself back to 100%. It was at this point when Bear set his eyes on his biggest childhood dream: to climb to the summit of Mount Everest.

It took Bear over ninety days of horrific weather conditions, sleep deprivation, and limited oxygen, but Bear finally made it to the top. At only age 23 on May 26th of 1998 he was officially named in the Guinness Book of World Records as the youngest Brit to climb to the top of Everest and make it back alive (BG). The scariest part of the expedition came when he was making his way down from his first reconnaissance climb when he found a crevasse at 19,000 feet. The ice cracked and the ground disappeared underneath him. He was knocked out in the process, but his partner saved his life by keeping a strong hold on the safety rope and pulled Bear back up to safety. Bear wrote his first book about his adventure from back surgery to the top of Everest entitled: ‘The Boy who climbed Everest.’ The book has become an inspiration to many people all over the world on overcoming great odds to fulfill their dreams.

After his successful book Bear was offered a T.V. commercial deal with the deodorant Sure for Men. The commercial featured his story of his climb of Everest and what made him really sweat out of fear. The commercial was a huge success and Bear was looked at as a natural infront of the camera. In 2003, Bear and a documentary film crew began another adventure, where Bear and the team traveled across the North Atlantic Ocean in a small inflatable boat. They traveled through several excruciating weeks of frozen air and icebergs for a documentaryto raise funds for the Prince's Trust Charity. Bear wrote his second book about his adventure entitled ‘Facing the Frozen Ocean', and was named as Sports Book of the Year. Bear was also given an honorary commission in the Royal Navy for succeeding in this thrilling adventure. (BG)

After the success of the documentary Bear was recruited by a local London TV channel to produce a reality TV series called ‘Escape to theLegion', where Bear returned to North Africa to do a simulated basic training with the French Foreign Legion. The show was an instant success and was noticed by a producer from the Discovery Channel who went to Bear and begged him to do a survival show for the cable channel. At first Bear was reluctant to take the job. He was content just being a motivational speaker and leading expeditions, but his wife told him to just try it, and see if he liked it. They did their first show (called ‘Man Vs Wild') in the Rocky Mountains. Bear and his film crew parachuted into the mountains and he began showing the camera what to do to survive. He was instantly hooked. The show went on to become the number one show on cable TV in all of America (BG).

Traveling all over the world filming in different locations, Bear has filmed over 40 episodes of ‘Man Vs Wild' to date. He has stranded himself in some of the most God forsaken places on Earth. From the Sahara Desert to the freezing temperatures of the Siberian frontier of Russia, Bear has jumped head first just for the sake of teaching viewers how to survive and for his love of the adventure. In one episode filmed in the swamp of Louisiana after Hurricane Katrina hit, Bear explored the chaotic swamp teaching viewers how to make a bed above the water, find food from snakes and alligators, and even how to maneuver out of the quicksand like mud. In an episode filmed in Iceland, Bear purposely jumped inside a frozen lake to teach the viewers how to make their way out of the freezing water and quickly warm up before hypothermia could take hold. In the episode filmed inthe Sahara, Bear roamed the desert sand surviving off of scorpions to eat and finding water in the dead carcass of a camel. Bear gutted the camel and found the water stored inside the hump of the camel to drink. He even cleaned the camel out and slept inside of the carcass overnight to avoid the horrific sandstorms. “Our brain is our greatest survival tool. Survival is all about ingenuity: thinking your way around a challenge, calmly, in the heat of the moment. And big heart is then needed to keep going and to never give up.” (BG) And it takes exactly that to survive in some of the situations Bear has put himself into.

Bear's love for adventure and never give up spirit is what makes him such an interesting man. With millions of fans all over the world watching him and learning from him has made him an inspiration to so many people. “My dad always said to me that two things mattered in life. One was ‘always follow your dreams', and the other was ‘always look after your friends'. That mattered much more to him than good school reports, which never really happened anyway! I've never had a shortage of dreams. I'd need ten lifetimes to scratch the surface of what I want to do. I've always tried to follow my dreams.” (Bailey) His travels and adventures all coming to him because of his love for the outdoors and his driving determination to reach his dreams makes him a great example for everyone to learn from.

Works Cited

Bailey, Mark. “Bear Grylls-Born Survivor”. Sport Magazine. Sept 11,2008. January 28, 2009..

"Bear Grylls". January 28, 2009 .Martin, Charlotte.

"My Life In Travel: Bear Grylls". The Independent.April 17, 2004. January 28, 2009 .

Sports Fan suckin

Clay's blog got me to thinkin....

Well, it wasn't a great time to have me as your fan these past few weeks....All my teams and fighters have gotten creamed, with the exception of my dad's Colts. Randy Couture lost, Forrest lost, Silva lost, the Cowboys got creamed, the Bears played like crap and blew their chance for the playoff's, and the Bronco's got blown away...I'm worried for my Sooners....Maybe if I bet on Florida, I can jinx the Gater's into losing....