Dr No[Moderator Omega - Wristscan]
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I've never been as humbled by a post on this forum . . .
. . . as I am now. When we met a few years ago, Todd, my recollection is that you were in public relations - a talking head, so to speak. I'd no idea you'd walked the walk. My respects, sir.
A couple of special forces stories I can share. One of our infrequent posters, Scott D [log-in: sdd7820], has his Green Beret Dad's Seamaster 300 that was presented by the SAS when he was in the UK on a training mission in the late '60s. Unlike examples that have recently gone for astronomical sums at auction, his SM looks as though it could've been acquired at a jewelry store - no special markings whatsoever.
The gentleman who builds my pool cues . . .

. . . and who's now in his early eighties was the youngest Green Beret in his unit, the 77th, at eighteen. This was in 1956; he served in Laos in a classified capacity.
Don't know if you're into pool, but if you are and would like a cue made by a former colleague, let me know!
Last story, and this one is from the person I heard it from: a bunch of ex-Special Forces guys were at a resort having a few cocktails when one of them was verbally accosted by a fellow guest that didn't appreciate sharing his holiday with 'baby killers'. Words went back and mostly forth; eventually, the protester came closer to the group to really let them have a piece of his mind.
In an instant, the lawn chair one of the SF guys was sitting on ended up constraining the loudmouth. Right over his head.