
The folks at Saturday Evening Post sent us a link to their article excerpted from the book “Damn Few: Making the Modern SEAL Warrior” by Rorke Denver in which Denver recounts his experiences of SEAL Hell Week at Coronado;
Then came the shout, “Surf torture!”—and we headed back to the water again.
“Lock arms!” the instructor demanded as we linked ourselves in a long human chain of interlocked elbows. We clenched our hands together in front of us.
“Forward march!”
We marched together into the surf. It couldn’t have been more than 52 or 53 degrees in there. We walked farther out until the water was chest-high on most of us.
“Halt!” the instructor said.
Then “Take seats!”
That’s where the real torture began. We floated along in this armlocked line, bouncing in the rough surge of the Pacific, catching breaths when we could, as the constant waves smashed over our heads.
Boom, boom, boom. The waves kept breaking over us.
With all the strength we had, we were holding on to each other and trying to keep our heads up in the great wash cycle of the Pacific as our battered bodies were tossed helplessly around. Water was rushing over us, into our eyes, mouths, and noses. Sand and sea life were in the whirling mix. It was a hugely disorienting experience.
The Saturday Evening Post folks also sent us a link to their Pinterest photo gallery of past covers of their magazine which honor the troop.


