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"Fractions of a second in time. What amazing violence can be meted out in the blink of an eye."
In the mid-nineteen sixties, Harry Constance made a life-altering journey that led him out of Texas and into the jungles of Vietnam. As a young naval officer, he went from UDT training to the U.S. Navy's newly formed SEAL Team Two, and then straight into furious action. By 1970, he was already the veteran of three hundred combat missions and the recipient of thirty-two military citations, including three Bronze Stars and a Purple Heart.
Good To Go is Constance's powerful, firsthand account of his three tours of duty as a member of America's most elite, razor-sharp stealth fighting force. It is a breathtaking memoir of harrowing missions and covert special-ops—from the floodplains of the Mekong Delta to the beaches of the South China Sea—that places the reader in the center of bloody ambushes and devastating firefights. But his extraordinary adventure goes even farther—beyond 'Nam—as we accompany Constance and the SEALs on astonishing missions to some of the world's most dangerous hot-spots . . . and experience close-up the courage, dedication, and unparalleled skill that made the U.S. Navy SEALs legendary.
Includes 8 Pages of SEAL Team Action Photos!
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Harry Constance served with the UDT/SEAL Teams for nearly two decades. He is currently Chief of Police for the Veterans Affairs Medical center in West Los Angeles, where he spends much of his time helping veterans integrate back into society. He lives in Escondido, California.Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.:
So this is Vietnam. The past two hours had seen a metamorphosis from bravado to introspection, each of us alone with our thoughts. Could I kill? Would my reactions be as lightning quick as they were in training, or would I have the proverbial "buck fever" and "freeze" at the worst possible moment? How could I know?
From twelve thousand feet, I pored intently over the topography of the land below us. The countryside was scarred by hundreds of pockmarked craters courtesy of our B-52s. Water was everywhere, rising and ebbing with the tide. It reminded me of the Mississippi Delta region back in the States. Sparkling like diamonds, sunrays danced upon the moving waters. The Mekong Delta spilled into the Vietnamese countryside as water, swampland, and dense, green vegetation all coalesced together. We'd soon be tromping through canals, streams, and rivers-- loaded with dense jungle vegetation, leeches, mosquitoes, spiders, wasps, and sharks. Almost always during the dead of night.
"Prepare for landing. Get your gear ready. Five minutes," the co-pilot barked over the intercom. The mood on the plane quickly intensified. We'd trained in Virginia Beach at Little Creek Naval Amphibious Base. We spent many hours learning how to walk quickly, quietly, and with endurance through waist-deep water and the "ooze" of the Dismal Swamp that is part of the Intercoastal Waterway situated between Virginia and North Carolina. We also learned to acclimate to things that swam in the swamp and liked to crawl on you. We moved silently with sixty pounds of gear in and out of the water, all in an effort to simulate Vietnam. Now, we were five minutes away from the real deal.
There were many times in Virginia and Panama when we weren't even remotely quiet while sloshing through the vines and the muck. Now, we were going to face bullets that traveled easily and faster through the jungle landscape than we could. After a gun battle, where we obviously announced our presence to all creation, could we disappear in the enemy's backyard? I don't know.
We received intelligence briefings on what to expect in Vietnam. What its food, people, living conditions, climate, and geography were like. How political influences affected the country. A lot of time was spent on what the typical Viet Cong guerrilla looked like, their tactics in the jungle, as well as learning about punji pits and booby traps. At that point, it was all just book knowledge--and the nervous anticipation of waiting for our first taste of real action. We ranged in age from twenty to thirty-five years old (I was twenty- three). We were all about to age well beyond our years.
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Book Description Avon, 1998. Mass Market Paperback. Condition: New. Never used!. Seller Inventory # P110380729660
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