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In Lone Survivor, Mr. Luttrell recalls the ill-fated Operation Redwing and the untimely, tragic demise of his SEAL mates. Since that time, Mr. Lutrell has endured a painful recuperation and, being the consummate warrior, eventually returned to the battlefield to serve with his brothers-at-arms. Service takes us into the hellspots of Iraq, and it is very unnerving … to say the least. He recounts his tour in Iraq and some of it is cringeworthy enough to make most lose controls of their bladder … and if possible … their bowels. Whether you disagree or agree with the war in Iraq, the one common ground should be pure appreciation for those that answered the call of duty and has been to hell and back on Iraqi soil. Interestingly enough, Service does not only surround members of the SEALs but all members of the armed forces that Mr. Lutrell may have encountered in one way or the other: those that were rescued and those that offered support. If Survivor was, in a sense, a tribute to his lost mates, then Service was a tribute to everyone that has served in uniform. Unlike Survivor, where Mr. Lutrell is very bold and outspoken, in Service we find Mr. Lutrell to very introspective and much wiser … not just in the matters of war but life in general. And like his first book, he included many photographs that made the reading more intimate and personal for the reader. Yes, I know I may come off a bit like a bloody nancy but there were times I had to put the book down and reach for a hanky, because … yes … it got that personal. The power of images, go figure.
At some point of Service, there are echoes of Chris Kyle’s wife (from American Sniper) reflected in four separate essays written by spouses and loved ones of these brave warriors. One such is the spouse of Don Shipley, who is famous on Youtube for outing fake SEALs. I kid you not, there are people out there that pretend to be SEALs and it is downright saddening, but with Mr. Shipley’s approach and wit, the stuff would be even more hilarious if it weren’t so pathetic and serious. Check it out, who knows there might be a few fakes walking around your neighbourhood stealing someone’s valour. Sadly, I have detoured. It is very endearing and like Kyle’s American Sniper, we get to read about what the other half goes through … and yes, it is a sacrifice on their behalf. One of the sad commentaries that I came across in Service, is that despite all the hell that these men endure for God and country, one would think that as they return to civilian life, they’d get a break from the madness and chaos of world. Apparently not: Mr. Lutrell’s dog was cruelly attacked and killed by some poor excuse of a wank; Chris Kyle was held up (at a gas station) by two tossers who had to learn, the hard way, that you don’t attempt to rob at gun point, some guy that has “killed more people than smallpox”; and a Master Chief was determined to be lacking in “leadership” at an interview for a job at an athletic gear design job firm. About the latter. Seriously? We can throw millions of dollars at the Kardashians who offer nothing more than smug smirks and the ability to irritate level-headed folks to mind numbing levels of psychosis … but a Master Chief that has been (and has lead many … safely) through more crap than most of us would ever see in 20 lifetimes is determined by some HR twit to be “lacking leadership material”. WTFs are in order and will probably be an understatement for this.
Mr. Lutrell’s Service is pleasant and humbling read. An emotional rollercoaster it is, but very sobering and in all, a magnificent tribute to those that serve in uniform and those that remain at their sides through it all. And like Mr. Lutrell, it makes you appreciate every day when you consider what these fellows have endured. It may sound clichéd, but I’ll say it anyway: thanks again, to all those that serve and are still serving. Thanks Mr. Lutrell, and may God bless you and yours and the rest of your days.

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Running Title: Lone Survivor – The Eyewitness Account of Operation Redwing And The Lost Heroes of SEAL Team 10

In view of the recent demise of the Earth’s #1 tosser, wanker, scumbag and turdkicking jackass, I just felt that I had trot this review out.

Lone Survivor is a harrowing story of bravery, nobility and tragedy that pulls at the heartstrings and keeps you on an emotional roller-coaster. It is the recount of an ill-fated Navy SEAL mission that occurred in Afghanistan in the earlier part of the war on terror. Retold by Marcus Lutrell, the only survivor of this mission, the reader is given a tour from from his humble beginnings to his training for entrance into the SEALS to his deployment into Afghanistan and the harrowing ordeal of the mission. It is quite the read that pulls you in and gives you a deeper appreciation for what these chaps do for their country and fellow countrymen. In several reviews I’ve encountered, concerning this book, some folks feel that Mr. Luttrell do seem full of himself as he indulges in a lot of self-inflicted backpattings and the such. I, on the other hand, disagree. Considering that this is a nation that rewards complete twits for “singing” nonsensical bollocks about how much cars they have, women they did and bling that they where … I find such gripes directed towards Mr. Luttrell is bloody laughable. Let’s face it, here is someone that VOLUNTEERED to endure viciously, rigorous training to become part of military unit that is OFTEN called upon to go off to godforsaken hellpits of the world and basically put their life on the line … and oh yes, they don’t paid millions or get a bloody clothesline. Aye, I’m guessing Mr. Luttrell has not only earned the right to toot his horn but to toot it from the mountain tops if he bloody well pleases. It seems I have detoured. Haven’t I? Let’s return, shall we.
In the center of the book there are series of pictures, some black and white and some color, of Lutrell and his former SEAL buddies. In a sense, this book is also a tribute to his fallen mates (one was from New York). As I read the book, every time their names were mentioned I often found myself going back to that center of the book to look at the person’s picture. I think doing this brought even more home to me and tore at my heartstrings. Especially when you read how a noble (yet tactically unsound) decision to protect “innocent” lives, instead of preserving their stealth, basically backfired and cost these men their lives. I say innocent in quotes because it makes you seethe in rage when you wonder how many of these tossers that got spared came back with Al-Qaeda and Taliban nutsacks to destroy the very hands that spared them. At certain points, the story reads like a movie where you’re expecting the calvary to come and save them. But real life is not like the movies and in the real world, sometimes the calvary themselves get hurt or destroyed in the process … which just makes this story even more heartshredding. Mr. Lutrell’s story is one of many that needs to be told, an eye-opener and a very appreciative view of the men that serve as Navy SEALS. On a few occasions, however, Mr. Lutrell veers off course to lash out at the “liberal media” and this is not only distracting but annoying. The cry of the so-called bloody “liberal media” is usually the war cry of tosser bloggers and wanks on the camera who think too bloody highly of themselves. Mr. Luttrell is so much more and is bigger than this, to reduce himself to the level of these twits. Something I once saw on the bumper of Bronco, complete with gunracks, in Florida: The Media Is As Liberal As The Conservatives That Own It. Thankfully he is subtle and conservative in his rants against the “liberal media” and stays on course with his story of tragedy and tribute. It is a sobering read, and unless you have the emotional content of stone, it is enough to make you at most shed a tear to the least, give a silent salute to these chaps that gave so much.

Thank you Mr. Luttrell and all the chaps that serve in the SEALs for your service. God Bless and rest in sweet peace, Mr. Michael Murphy, you brave soul.

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