I have come to the conclusion that whatever anyone tells you about what they did in Special Forces, it isnt true. If they're a mall ninja, who is making up a bunch of wild stories, they are all false. And if the guy really is in Special Forces, he will probably say something like "Oh I was just in the area helping out with a bit of training. No big deal", and subtely change the subject, if he says anything at all. He's not just gonna come out and tell you the details of all his operations. A: it's probably illegal. and B: the vast majority of guys who make it that far into the military and special groups tend to have a lot ot tact, civility, and humbleness. Bragging about "dark ops" is just doesn't fit.
*nods* When I was the army, one of my buddies was so subtle about it that he didn't even wear the Special Forces or Ranger tabs (he more than earned both), nor a bunch of the different qualification badges he had (many). He kept all of those in a little lined box in barracks wall locker.
The only thing that he had on his BDUs (other than his nametapes and unit patch, obviously) was a combat patch from his first tour.
He showed me pictures of himself with a bunch of other SF buddies (with tabs on their uniforms) in a few remote areas. Nothing staged, just a bunch of the guys relaxing back at their base after a mission or something.
This guy was "calm and quiet" in the extreme, and called no attention whatsoever to himself. Still, he was an incredibly nice guy, educated and well-versed in many topics, and could shoot the balls of a gnat at 200 yards with a .22.
When he got really sick (we both met in a medical unit for Operation Iraqi Freedom folks -- I had an injured foot), one had to be careful about waking him up to give him food...he was a bit jittery, and had a way of waking up and being prepared to kill whoever woke him up. He said the only folks who could clamber and climb all over him when he was asleep was his wife and daughter. A little odd for him to wake up going for your throat (at least he warned me the day before), but after a while he got used to me waking him up.
Overweight braggarts are rarely, if ever, vets of any kind, let alone SF types. While I may be in possession of a modest (20lbs or so) emergency food supply, I just used to drive tanks for Uncle Sam.
You know, I should really see about getting in touch with this guy again...it's been a few years...