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  “BIN LADEN KILLED IN PAKISTAN”

  The day after SEAL Team Six captured and killed Osama bin Laden, my phone started ringing off the hook. One call after the other came from reporters all wanting to know the same thing: “You were on ST-6. You were the ST-6 training officer. How did they train for this op?”

  I answered, “They trained harder than anybody else in the world. They trained for the insertion, actions on the objective, lots of shooting in the shooting house, breaching, emergency medicine, commo, contingencies, hostage handling, intel searches, and for the extraction.”

  And as I spoke I felt a strong sense of affirmation. Now fifty-three years old, and a veteran of many ops, scrapes with death, broken bones, and ruined marriages, I knew that every minute of my time with the SEALs had been worth it.

  —from the Introduction

  To all the courageous Navy SEALs who put their lives on the line day after day in defense of our great country and especially to those who have died, and to their families.

  “Courage consists not in hazarding without fear, but being resolutely minded in a just cause.”

  —Plutarch

  A NOTE FROM THE PUBLISHER

  Inside Seal Team Six contains redactions of classified material as required by three U.S. government agencies. We have left the redactions in place rather than deleting the challenged material, so readers will understand that Don Mann’s experience and knowledge go even further than he is permitted to report due to requirements of the U.S. government.

  INTRODUCTION

  Virginia, May 1, 2011

  Tonight, I can report to the American people and to the world that the United States has conducted an operation that killed Osama bin Laden.

  —President Barack Obama

  It was a quiet Sunday night, and I’d just returned from a long weekend of SEAL training at Naval Amphibious Base, Little Creek, in Virginia Beach, Virginia. I poured myself a glass of wine and was watching an egret rise from the marshland behind my house when my cell phone rang.

  Reading my wife Dawn’s number on the LED screen, I answered. “Hey, honey, what’s up?”

  “Don, where are you?” she asked. She sounded excited. Almost out of breath.

  “I just got home. Why?”

  “You need to turn the TV on. Tune it to CNN.”

  “How come?”

  “Just do it. You are not going to believe what just happened!”

  As soon as the TV screen lit up I saw a photo of Osama bin Laden—similar to the one I’d been using for dry shooting practice in my basement. Underneath ran a banner: BIN LADEN KILLED IN PAKISTAN.

  I leaned forward. Adrenaline started pumping through my veins. I’d been in a program to try to nail the bastard. And I had never really gotten over the horror and embarrassment of the attacks on 9/11.

  Could it be true that we had finally taken out public enemy number one—the hated and greatly feared leader of the al-Qaeda terrorist group?

  Dozens of questions started running through my head, including: How was he killed? Did he put up a fight? Who ran the op? Then I heard Wolf Blitzer mention SEAL Team Six. I couldn’t believe my ears.

  Then Wolf Blitzer mentioned the name again.

  Even though I was stationed at SEAL Team Six from 1985 to 1989 and 1995 to 1998, I’d rarely heard its name uttered in public. Maybe once or twice when the ■​■​■​■​■​■​■​■​■​■​■​■​■​■​■​■​■​■​■​■​■​■​■​■​■​■​■​■​ appeared on TV. But besides that, almost never, not even by guys on the teams.

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  A couple months earlier, I’d attended an ST-6 reunion in the building where I had worked for many years, and many of the active-duty guys were serving us beer and liquor. The current SEALs kept pictures of the SEALs I’d served with on the walls.

  I spoke with an an active-duty guy who was a member of Blue Team, one of ST-6’s assault teams. “During the eighties and nineties we trained and trained and trained but had only the occasional op. Now you guys are conducting missions back to back. With two wars going on, how the heck do you have time to serve us drinks?”

  He answered humbly and respectfully. “Yes, but you’re the guys who paved the way. We’re extremely grateful to all of you.”

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  He nodded. “Yeah, I like it. A couple of months ago during a raid, we made a silent entry and I entered this room and used it to kill four known terrorists. It worked so well that a couple other terrorists from the same cell remained sleeping in a room down the hall. I killed them too. They never knew what hit ’em.” He said this matter-of-factly. He was a professional: killing terrorists was part of his job.

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  I listened as Wolf Blitzer on CNN described how the SEAL team had been flown in by Black Hawks from Afghanistan and attacked the compound in Abbottabad, Pakistan, right under the noses of the Pak army. He said that one specially modified Black Hawk helicopter had gone down hard and hit a wall, which had made it impossible for the SEALs to fast-rope into the compound as planned.

  But SEALs were trained to prepare for all kinds of contingencies. Something always went wrong. You did your best to “plan your dive and dive your plan.”

  I knew that there had been hundreds of raids against bin Laden and other al-Qaeda leaders that had come up empty. Dry holes, we called them. Missions that the American public never heard about.

  Given that, the SEALs sitting in the two Black Hawks must have had doubts that Osama bin Laden—known as UBL in military parlance—was even in Abbottabad. But some of those misgivings would have evaporated within minutes, after they breached the wall and took fire from the guesthouse. The threats shooting at them were protecting someone. Who?

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  They were also looking for suicide vests and booby traps of any kind.

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  The SEAL motioned to the two operators behind him, and the three men crossed immediately to the bedroom where they found the six-foot-four al-Qaeda leader standing with two of his wives.

  UBL’s fifth wife, Amal al-Fatah, charged the lead SEAL, shouting in Arabic and waving her arms. Fearing that she might be wearing a suicide vest packed with explosives, the first SEAL to enter the bedroom shot her once in the leg.

  Then he pushed bin Laden’s other wife aside.