few combat veterans talk about killing.
Our boat was down in Roosevelt Rhodes, P.R. for most of the spring of 1990. Torpedo range shots, sound cuts, ORSE work up, and ... covert insertion training, which basically consist of putting commandos ashore with no one knowing your there. We made four seperate runs, one with a USA special forces unit, one with a USMC Recon unit, and two groups from Seal Team II.
The XO of Seal Team II rode both sessions with his guys. He was a LCDR who had been an enlisted Seal in Nam. He had SIX (6!) silver stars from his Nam days.
That guy gave me the heebee jeebees. His arms and his neck where massive. He was nice enough, but very serious about the training. We tried to coax some "see stories" out of the guy after meals in the wardroom, but he wasn't much of a talker. We did get one anecdote from him that his unit had gone into North Viet Nam and "kidnapped" a NVA general. And I have to tell you that I would not have wanted to be that general.
Overall the Seals were more serious about the training, as this was their bread and butter and the kind of mission that they could very likely do for real.
The Army and USMC guys were impressive as well, but didn't seem to be as prepared and didn't run as many scenarios. The Seals were really gung ho and wanted to get through as many different excercises as they could.
I'll never forget wondering how the heck they intended to rig their zodiacs big ass Mercury out board motor up into the submarines sail (conning tower) for one of the broached (partially submerged) launches. We thought we were going to help buy rigging up a block and tackle for them (hey, we were sailors after all), when one of Seals huffed the motor up on his shoulder and went right on up the ladder like it was nothing.
I never felt more like a pencil neck geek in my entire life.