- =It is dark and Mike Smith's clothing is wet. Mike Smith
is an athlete, an elite athlete in fact. He is a triathlete, has done Ironman
several times, a couple of adventure races and even run the Marathon Des
Sables in Morocco- a 152 mile running race through the Sahara done in stages.
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- Mike has some college, is gifted in foreign languages,
reads a lot and has an amazing memory for details. He enjoys travel. He
is a quiet guy but a very good athlete. Mike's friends say he has a natural
toughness. He can't spend as much time training for triathlons as he'd
like to because his job keeps him busy. Especially now. This is Mike's
busy season. But he still seems very fit. Even without much training Mike
has managed some impressive performances in endurance events.
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- It's a big night for Mike. He's at work tonight. As I
mentioned his clothing is wet, partially from dew, partially from perspiration.
He and his four coworkers, Dan, Larry, Pete and Maurice are working on
a rooftop at the corner of Jamia St. and Khulafa St. across from Omar Bin
Yasir. Mike is looking through the viewfinder of a British made Pilkington
LF25 laser designator. The crosshairs are centered on a ventilation shaft.
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- The shaft is on the roof of The Republican Guard Palace
in downtown Baghdad across the Tigris River. Saddam Hussein is inside,
seven floors below, three floors below ground level, attending a crisis
meeting.
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- Mike's coworker Pete (also an Ironman finisher, Lake
Placid, 2000) keys some information into a small laptop computer and hits
"burst transmit." The DMDG (Digital Message Device Group) uplinks
data to another of Mike's coworkers (this time a man he's never met, but
they both work for their Uncle "Sam") and a fellow athlete, at
21,500 feet above Iraq 15 miles from downtown Baghdad. This man's office
is the cockpit of an F-117 stealth fighter.
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- Mike and Pete's signal is received the man in the airplane
leaves his orbit outside Baghdad, turns left, and heads downtown.
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- Mike has 40 seconds to complete his work for tonight,
and then he can go for a run. Mike squeezes the trigger of his LF25 and
a dot appears on the ventilator shaft five city blocks and across the river
away from him and his coworkers. Mike speaks softly into his microphone;
"Target illuminated. Danger close. Danger Close. Danger close. Over."
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- Seconds later two GBU-24B two thousand pound laser guided,
hardened case, delayed fuse "bunker buster" bombs fall free from
the F-117. The bombs enter "the funnel" and begin finding their
way to the tiny dot projected by Mike's LF25. They glide approximately
three miles across the ground and fall four miles on the way to the spot
marked by Mike and his friends. When they reach the ventilator shaft marked
by Mike and his friends the two bunker busters enter the roof in a puff
of dust and debris. They plow through the first four floors of the building
like a two-ton steel telephone pole traveling over 400 m.p.h., tossing
desks, ceiling tiles, computers and chairs out the shattering windows.
Then they hit the six-foot thick reinforced concrete roof of the bunker.
They burrow four more feet and detonate.
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- The shock wave is transparent but reverberates through
the ground to the river where a Doppler wave appears on the surface of
the Tigris. When the seismic shock reaches the building Mike is on he levitates
an inch off the roof from the concussion.
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- Then the sound hits. The two explosions are like a simultaneous
crack of thunder as the building's walls seem to swell momentarily, then
burst apart on an expanding fireball that slowly, eerily, boils above Baghdad
casting rotating shadows as the fire climbs into the night. Debris begins
to rain; structural steel, chunks of concrete, shards of glass, flaming
fabrics and papers. On the tail of the two laser guided bombs a procession
of BGM-109G/TLAM Block IV Enhanced Tomahawks begin their terminal plunge.
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- The laser-guided bombs performed the incision, the GPS
and computer guided TLAM Tomahawks complete the operation. In rapid-fire
succession the missiles find their mark and riddle the Palace with massive
explosions, finishing the job.
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- The earth heaves in a final death convulsion. Mike's
job is done for tonight. Now all he has to do is get home. Mike and his
friends drive an old Mercedes through the streets of Baghdad as the sirens
start. They take Jamia to Al Kut, cross Al Kut and go right (South) on
the Expressway out of town. An unsuspecting remote CNN camera mounted on
the balcony of the Al Rashid Hotel picks up their vehicle headed out of
town. Viewers at home wonder what a car is doing on the street during the
beginning of a war. They don't know it is packed with five members of the
U.S. Army's SFOD-D, Special Forces Operational Detachment - Delta.
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- Six miles out of town they park their Mercedes on the
shoulder, pull their gear out of the trunk and begin to run into the desert
night. The moon is nearly full. Instinctively they fan out, on line, in
a "lazy 'W' ." They run five miles at a brisk pace, good training
for this evening, especially with 27 lb. packs on their back. Behind them
there is fire on the horizon.
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- Mike and his fellow athletes have a meeting to catch,
and they can't be late. Twenty-seven miles out a huge gray 92 foot long
insect hurtles 40 feet above the desert at 140 mph The MH-53J Pave Low
III is piloted by another athlete, also a triathlete, named Jim, from Fort
Campbell, Kentucky. He is flying to meet Mike. After running five miles
into the desert Mike uses his GPS to confirm his position. He is in the
right place at the right time. He removes an infrared strobe light from
his pack and pushes the red button on the bottom of it. It blinks invisibly
in the dark. He and his friends form a wide360 degree circle while waiting
for their ride home.
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- Two miles out Jim in the Pave Low sees Mike's strobe
through his night vision goggles. He gently moves the control stick and
pulls back on the collective to line up on Mike's infrared strobe. Mike's
ride home is here. The big Pave Low helicopter flares for landing over
the desert and quickly touches down in a swirling tempest of dust. Mike
and his friends run up the ramp after their identity is confirmed. Mike
counts them up the ramp of the helicopter over the scream of the engines.
When he shows the crew chief five fingers the helicopter lifts off and
the ramp comes up. The dark gray Pave Low spins in its own length and picks
up speed going back the way it came, changing course slightly to avoid
detection.
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- The men and women in our armed forces, especially Special
Operations, are often well trained, gifted athletes. All of them, including
Mike, would rather be sleeping the night away in anticipation of a long
training ride rather than laying on a damp roof in an unfriendly neighborhood
guiding bombs to their mark or doing other things we'll never hear about.
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- Regardless of your opinions about the war, the sacrifices
these people are making and the risks they are taking are extraordinary.
They believe they are making them on our behalf. Their skills, daring and
accomplishments almost always go unspoken. They are truly Elite Athletes.
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