I knew how the book would end, of course. We all do. It ends with bin Laden getting only a fraction of what he deserved, and the good guys winning.
One of the most poignant messages I got from this book, aside from how awesome America is, was how Mr. Owen made it through his ridiculously tough training.
“Just make it to the next meal” he would tell himself. All he had to do was make it to lunch, or to dinner, or whatever was next. I can’t imagine the mental toughness required to undergo such a grueling experience.
No Easy Day served to reinforce my faith in the military. The brave souls who are willing to die for me, just some schmuck watching Sunday Night Football. They don’t know me from Adam, but are literally willing to sacrifice their lives for me. And you. Those brave men and women deserve so much more than we could ever give them.
Hero isn’t a strong enough word.
I of course knew of the controversy surrounding the book. Frankly, I don’t care.
I don’t care if Mark Owen revealed “secrets.” It didn’t seem that way to me.
I don’t care if bin Laden was “unarmed and not fighting” when he was shot in the face. I don’t care. He deserved to die a horrible, miserable death a million times over.
I don’t care that one of bin Laden’s wives was shot in the raid. She deserved it.
I don’t care that bin Laden’s body was “buried” at sea. It was more dignified than any burial he ever deserved.
My hat is off to you, Mr. Owen, and to every one you serve with, and to every one who wears that beautiful American flag on their military uniform.
God Bless America.