Dictator's Ransom (Rogue Warrior Series)

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Is Kim Jong-il really a fanatical fan of Dick Marcinko, the Rogue Warrior? Has the terrifying tyrant actually read every one of Marcinko's many New York Times bestsellers?

One thing is certain: the Rogue Warrior wants nothing to do with the brutal despot. When, in Dictator's Ransom, "the loathsome dwarf"—as George W. Bush derided him—invites Marcinko to the Hermit Kingdom, the Rogue Warrior instantly declines...prompting the CIA to RSVP on his behalf. Of course, the Agency is ...

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Is Kim Jong-il really a fanatical fan of Dick Marcinko, the Rogue Warrior? Has the terrifying tyrant actually read every one of Marcinko's many New York Times bestsellers?

One thing is certain: the Rogue Warrior wants nothing to do with the brutal despot. When, in Dictator's Ransom, "the loathsome dwarf"—as George W. Bush derided him—invites Marcinko to the Hermit Kingdom, the Rogue Warrior instantly declines...prompting the CIA to RSVP on his behalf. Of course, the Agency is sending Marcinko on this life-threatening mission, not to sign books but as part of a clandestine special op: Marcinko is to track down four covert nuclear warheads secreted in the Supreme Leader's palace.

More than just another thriller, however, Dictator's Ransom is a novel of electrifying energy and wicked wit. Marcinko rightfully takes his place alongside Huck Finn as the raunchy, rambunctious American hero he truly is. Kim Jong-il quickly becomes the most outrageous, most frightening, most demented nuclear psychopath in all of history and literature. Dictator's Ransom will have you shuddering with fear and trembling...even as it has you cracking up with laughter.

Home-grown terrorists willing to kill Americans to create a government in their own fanatical image have breached the Pentagon's security. The Defense Intelligence Agency has only one weapon left in its arsenal--Marcinko and his elite SEAL team, Task Force Blue. Now, accused of murder and pursued by the FBI, the Rogue Warrior is primed, on the prowl, and ready for the kill. National ads. Online promo. HC: Pocket Books. (Fiction--Espionage/Thriller)

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly

Bestseller Marcinko and DeFelice (Rogue Warrior: Holy Terror) deliver another rousing adventure, the 12th to star former navy SEAL Marcinko's fictional alter ego. Dick Marcinko (aka the Rogue Warrior; aka Demo Dick) shows few signs of advancing age as he tangles with the world's sleaziest dictator, North Korea's Kim Jong Il. Kim, a Marcinko admirer who's read all the Rogue books, knows that Dick's the man to locate his missing illegitimate son, Yon Shin Jong. Dick turns down the offer with its $64 million reward until the CIA tells him that it would be a good idea to take the job. Meanwhile, longtime team member Trace Dahlgren finds that her lover, Polish helicopter pilot Ike Polorski, is in reality a Russian mobster involved in a plot to abduct Kim's kid and trade him for a nuke. Dick is as funny and dangerous as ever, making this one of the better entries in this techno-thriller series. (Oct.)

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Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
One of the most controversial veterans of the U.S. Navy's amphibious commando unit, whose troops are known as SEALs, Marcinko describes his combat adventures in Southeast Asia and his counterterrorist activities. A 10-week PW bestseller in cloth. Photos. (Mar.)
Newgate Callendar
So much action that the reader scarcely has time to breathe...bloody...innocent fun.
Kirkus Reviews
The stormy career of a top Navy SEAL hotspur. Commander Marcinko, USN Ret., recently served time at Petersburg Federal Prison for conspiracy to defraud the Navy by overcharging for specialized equipment—the result, he says, of telling off too many admirals. It seems that his ornery and joyous aggression, nurtured by a Czech grandfather in a flinty Pennsylvania mining town, has brought him to grief in peace and to brilliance in war. Serving his first tour in Vietnam in 1966 as an enlisted SEAL expert in underwater demolition, Marcinko returned for a second tour as an officer leading a commando squad he had trained. Here, his accounts of riverine warfare—creeping underwater to Vietcong boats and slipping over their gunwales; raiding VC island strongholds in the South China Sea; steaming up to the Cambodian border to tempt the VC across and being overrun—are galvanic, detailed, and told with a true craftsman's love. What did he think of the Vietcong? "The bastards—they were good." His battle philosophy? "...kill my enemy before he has a chance to kill me....Never did I give Charlie an even break." After the aborted desert rescue of US hostages in the Tehran embassy, Marcinko was ordered to create SEAL Team Six—a counterterrorist unit with worldwide maritime responsibilities. In 1983, the unit was deployed to Beirut to test the security of the US embassy there. Easily evading the embassy security detail, sleeping Lebanese guards, and the Marines, the SEALs planted enough fake bombs to level the building. When Marcinko spoke to "a senior American official" about the problem, the SEAL's blunt security advice was rejected, particularly in respect to car-bomb attacks.Ninety days later, 63 people in the embassy compound were killed by a suicide bomber driving a TNT-filled truck. Profane and asking no quarter: the real nitty-gritty, bloody and authentic. (Eight-page photo insert—not seen.)
From the Publisher
“Marcinko is a master at showing us his world. Marcinko’s stories are as vivid as they are real. He’s been there, and he has the talent to take us with him."—Larry Bond, New York Times bestselling author of Dangerous Ground

“Once you start reading you won't be able to stop! It's a rare treat to read a thriller that is uproariously, gloriously and unrepentantly hilarious.”—David Hagberg, USA Today bestselling author of Dance With the Dragon on The Rogue Warrior: Dictator's Ransom

“Marcinko is the real thing: combat veteran, killer SEAL, specialist in unconventional warfare.”—Washington Times

“Marcinko gives new meaning to the word tough.”—Publishers Weekly

“Marcinko’s Rogue Warrior yarns . . . are the purest kind of thriller around, with action, pacing, and hardware galore.”—Booklist

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780765357496
  • Publisher: Tom Doherty Associates
  • Publication date: 9/29/2009
  • Series: Rogue Warrior Series
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition number: 1
  • Pages: 408
  • Sales rank: 516,731
  • Product dimensions: 6.80 (w) x 4.32 (h) x 1.10 (d)

Meet the Author

Richard Marcinko

RICHARD MARCINKO is a living, breathing hero—he was honored with the silver star and four bronze stars for valor, along with two Navy Commendation medals and an assortment of other honors. After serving in Vietnam, he went on to start and command SEAL Team 6, the Navy’s anti-terrorist group, and Red Cell, a high-level anti-terrorist unit whose exploits, fictionalized for security and legal reasons, have formed the basis of his novels. Besides an active speaking and consulting calendar, Marcinko keeps his hand in the field as the president of a private international security company and now lives in Warrington, Virginia.

JIM DeFELICE is the author of many military based thriller novels and is a frequent collaborator with Stephen Coonts, Larry Bond, and Richard Marcinko, among other New York Times bestselling authors. His solo novels include Leopards Kill, Threat Level Black, Coyote Bird, War Breaker, and My Brother's Keeper. He lives in New York.

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Chapter one

Impressions of North Korea:

Cold. Crappy food. Cheap booze.

Great place to hunt. Especially if you're with the world's cruelest dictator.

Not a good place to be shot, especially by said dictator.

But let me start at the beginning . . .

It was springtime at Rogue Manor:

The snow had melted, the crocuses and whatnot were pushing their pointy buds up through the turf, and there was a lovely scent in the air.

Gunpowder, that is.

It was the first week of April. Trace Dahlgren had just finished working with some new recruits for Red Cell International-the security company I run with a little help from my friends. Trace had spent the morning running the kids through a makeshift obstacle course on the back forty, trying to separate the wheat from the chaff. This was just a preliminary trial, so we gave them a nugget break-there were only two sections of live-fire exercise involved, and in both cases the shooters were instructed to keep their aim a good six inches from anything moving.

Any recruit who stopped, of course, was fair game.

"No casualties," said Trace, reporting in at lunchtime. She sounded disappointed.

Red Cell is an equal opportunity employer-we hire ex- army as well as ex- SEALs, and I think we even have an old air farcer on the payroll. As a former blanket hugger and a member of the female persuasion herself, Trace Dahlgren gives the company that well- rounded culture the human resources department Richard Marcinko and Jim DeFelice 16 would love to brag about, if we had a HR department. She learned how to break in new recruits while working with Delta Force, the army's counter-terror unit. (If you're a faithful reader-and you sure as hell better be-you'll recall that Trace was a member of Delta's female squadron.2) At five- eight and 130 pounds, Trace has assets male shooters don't, which makes her deadly in the field as well as undercover, both literally and figuratively. Her real love, though, is busting humps during training-even I have trouble keeping up with her PT routines-which is why she's in charge of what we call prerecruitment month at Red Cell.

¹ You like these Roman numerals and mini- chapter breaks? Yeah, neither do I, but it was the editor's idea. We have to do something he wants, or he won't spring for drinks next time we see him.

The participants call it hell, along with some other choice terms of endearment-high compliments from guys and gals who have survived SEAL training and the like. Basically, if you make it through the month at Rogue Manor with all of your limbs intact, we offer you a job. The pay's great and the bennies can't be beat, though rumor has it that the boss is one mean son of a bitch.

We were in the process of gearing up for some new business ventures in Eastern Europe, and I was more than a little interested in finding out about what the new crop of recruits looked like. But before I could ask for a detailed report, Rogue Manor's early- warning radar began sounding an intruder alert.

No, it wasn't a high- tech burglar alarm-my dogs were hounding a black Lexus LS 460L as it sped up the driveway. Yappy, being male, took up the lead, with Macey and Rosie right behind him. Abbey hung back a bit, surveying the scene; she was the oldest, and had to present a dignified demeanor. I went out on the porch and watched the car fishtail around the curves and then slam to a stop in the muddy gravel in front of the house. The driver jumped from the front of the car as it stopped and tried to run around to open the rear passenger door. The dogs intercepted him, pinning him against the car. They weren't being malicious, nor were they hungry; they hadn't had a chance to play all day.

² Officially, Delta's "funny squadron" doesn't exist, and hasn't since it was created in 1993. Then again neither does Delta.

"Meomcheseyo!" shouted the man, and right there I had a feeling that the day was going to be more interesting than usual. Because not only was he speaking Korean-loosely translated, "Meomcheseyo!" means "God damn it, stop this bullshit right now!"-but he had a North Korean accent.

The problem was, in dog speak "Meomcheseyo!" means something like Come on and jump on my car, sniff my crotch, and hump my leg. The dogs were happy to comply. They were so excited I had to whistle three times before they remembered who kept their food dishes filled.

"Inside, now," I told them when they finally looked in my direction.

They gave the air a sniff, decided they didn't like what they smelled, and retreated.

With the dogs gone, a gorgeous woman emerged from the car. When I say gorgeous, I don't mean drop- dead gorgeous-I mean kick you in the throat, douse you with kerosene, burn you to a crisp with no trace of remorse gorgeous. She was Asian, and as I gathered, Korean. Black hair, red skirt-short, short skirt-and a figure that demanded you do politically incorrect things in public.

"Annyeonghaseyo," I told her, bowing my head, both in respect and to get a closer look at her legs.

"Enough with the Korean," she said sharply. "Your accent is terrible. You are Richard Marcinko, Mr. Rogue Warrior?"

"Dick to you," I said. "I love a woman who gets to the point."

Not to mention one who was holding a Smith & Wesson revolver six inches from my head. I can't imagine where she'd been hiding it; there sure wasn't any extra room in the dress.

"Nice pistol," I said.

"It's loaded, Dick."

"So are you."

"You are a very funny man, Mr. Marcinko."

The gun was a nice little S&W Chief 's Special, a Model 37 I believe, with the blued J frame. Manufactured by S&W back in the day, it was a .38 caliber snub- nose, still a nasty little customer if you're not expecting it.

The chauffeur, meanwhile, had recovered from his encounter with the dogs and was reaching into his jacket.

"You can point anything you want at me," I told the woman. "But if he takes a gun out of his pocket he's going to eat it. And then the dogs are going to eat him."

She said something to him in Korean. The chauffeur frowned, but kept what ever weapon he had holstered.

"So, Mr. Marcinko, you do not seem as brilliant in real life as you are on the page," said the woman, returning to English. "There is a little bit of fiction in your accounts, no?"

Everybody's a critic these days.

"Why don't you come inside and we can discuss that. My study is always open."

"You want to get me in bed, is that it?"

"If that's what it will take."

She moved the Smith & Wesson so that it was no longer aimed at my head, though I've often been accused of having my brains where she pointed it.

"I am not here to sleep with you," she told me.

"Who said anything about sleeping?"

She finally smiled. But that was the extent of our budding romance-Trace interrupted our tête-à-tête with a flying jump from the side roof, landing on my Korean guest. I grabbed the Smith & Wesson as it flew into the air.

"Meomcheseyo!" I told the chauffeur as he started to reach for his gun. "One more inch and you'll have a new hole to eat kimchi out of."

Red Skirt was beautiful, tough, and highly skilled in Korean kickboxing. Trace is just as beautiful, twice as tough, and is an Rogue Warrior: Dictator's Ransom 19 expert in Jeet Kune Do, the martial art that Bruce Lee made famous.

Wasn't much of a match. Trace had her pinned inside of ten seconds.

"All right, let her up," I said as the dust settled. "It's not every day the most hated dictator in the universe sends a personal representative to visit Rogue Manor."

Trace and Red Skirt gave me a funny look, but it was pretty obvious who she worked for. The only other people who would have been so rude were members of the Christians in Action- otherwise known as the CIA-and no intelligence officer was going to drive a Lexus limo this close to the Langley accounting staff.

"I am here to deliver an invitation," said Red Skirt.

"At the point of a gun?" asked Trace.

"In America, doesn't everyone travel with guns?" asked Red Skirt. "It is required by your Constitution."

She reached back into the limo and pulled out a leather briefcase. Trace tensed behind her as she opened it, but all she produced was an envelope. It was made of thick, fancy paper and had a wax seal at the back. It looked like the invitations I get when one of the great- aunt's grandchildren decides to get hitched.

"Mr. Rogue Warrior, hand- deliver" was written on the outside.

"Sealed with a kiss?" I asked, turning it over.

"Maybe we should check it for a bomb," said Trace.

I broke the fancy seal on the back and slipped open the envelope. There was an invitation inside, engraved of course, written in both English and Hangul, the Korean script.

At least I assume that's what those squiggly characters were about.

Dear Mister Marcinko: Your honorable presence for drinks and dinner is humbly requested by the great one, Kim Jong Il. Ms. Chimdae will make the arrangements.

There's something about being called "Mister"-especially when it's spelled out-that always gets me in a special place.

Usually my wallet.

"Thanks, but no thanks," I told Red Skirt, handing back the invitation. "Have a pleasant day."

Ms. Chimdae gave me a blank look. Obviously no one in her experience turned down a request from the Great Dictator.

I cracked open her pistol and slipped the bullets out, giving the cylinder a good spin before handing the gun back. "The dogs will be back out in a minute. Your chauffeur will probably feel more comfortable if you're off the property by then."

"You do not understand, Mr. Marcinko. This is a great honor," said Chimdae.

"No doubt."

"You be sorry for this, Rogue Warrior," chirped the chauffeur. "Very sorry."

"Words to live by," I said, turning around and heading for the door.

Excerpted from Rogue Warrior: Dictator's Ransom by Richard Marcinko and Jim Defelice

Copyright © 2008 by Richard Marcinko and Jim Defelice

Published in October 2008 by Tom Doherty Associates, LLC

All rights reserved. This work is protected under copyright laws and reproduction is strictly prohibited. Permission to reproduce the material in any manner or medium must be secured from the Publisher.

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Table of Contents

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First Chapter

Chapter One: Larry Barrett
aka Bullet Head/Gold Dust Twin

Larry served with me when I had command of SEAL Team TWO; back then, he was a young E-4 petty officer, working in the Ordnance department. He's one of those tenacious bulldogs who doesn't let go when he has a job to do. ("Bulldog" is appropriate, since he had previous service with the Marine Corps.)

When I started the initial selection process for SIX, Larry was at the top of my list. Why did I single out this lower-than-whale-shit E-4? Because he worked hard at everything he did. The average person will put some effort into the things that come naturally and slack off on the things they're no good at. Someone above average will work at improving their weak spots, but they might not push as hard in the areas that come easy, relying on their natural abilities. The exceptional person will go balls-to-the-wall, no matter what he's working on. Larry was exceptional. "Diligence" is one way to put it; "can-do" spirit is another. He was always hungry to learn more, willing to go that extra step to become a more qualified operator.

(Just to clarify things -- you'll hear a lot about both SIX and Red Cell, which are two related but distinct commands. SEAL Team SIX was charged with the mission of counterterrorism worldwide. That meant killing the terrorists or preventing them from doing their dirty deeds. Red Cell was designed to expose the Navy to terrorist tactics and help develop an antiterrorist environment throughout the Navy worldwide. That meant creating awareness and security programs that make it too hard for the nasties to get to you, so they'll give up and go down the street to the Air Farce base.)al stranger and start a conversation without seeming pushy or threatening.

Behind that mild-mannered exterior, his brain is always going. He always has a purpose in mind; he's always collecting data, looking for ways to achieve the mission more effectively. He never stops learning, never stops passing on all he can.

Over the years, I had the privilege of watching Larry develop as a leader. He always led from the front and demanded top performance from his subordinates. He learned from the chiefs who raised him; he spent his time in the trenches with his troops, making sure they were well prepared, militarily and personally, for what they would face. He's a hell of an instructor -- meticulous in his presentation, eager to explain the "whys" that make it all work. He never forgets that this shit was new to him once, too. I've also had the pleasure of watching him raise his two young boys with the same thoroughness and dedication. He's determined to pass on everything his father gave to him, plus whatever his "sea daddies" shared with him.

I don't want this to sound like some kind of "I love you -- you love me" Valentine, so I've got to talk about Larry's flaws. His loyalty was so strong that his first impulse was to follow my orders or wishes, even if he saw a better way. He might not even tell me about that better way. He soon learned to speak up more often, and when he did speak, I listened. I knew his ideas were backed up with thought and merit. He never talked just to hear his own voice.

Larry was and is a "temple dog." Anyone would be blessed to have him in their organization. If the United States ever needs his talents again, I know he'll be there in some shape or form.

Now listen to what a growling bulldog has to say about teamwork.

NAME: Larry Barrett

DOB: December 22, 1951

HOMETOWN: DeFuniak Springs, Florida

MILITARY: United States Marine Corps; SEAL Team TWO; Mob SIX; SEAL Team SIX; Red Cell; SEAL Team FOUR, Navy liaison to the Air Force for SpecOps

HIGHEST RANK: E-9, master chief


CURRENT: Owner/operator, RV park and nature camp

First time I was in combat was Grenada. I thought it was...pretty interesting. We hit the radio station and received some fire, seized the radio station and basically stopped traffic. Not too long after that we started having guys arriving in these six-bys, armored trucks. That's when all hell broke loose. We had to shoot our way off the beach. Some of the guys had to swim out in the ocean and appropriate a fishing boat.

The first time, I guess, is always kind of strange. You're thinking, "Why are these guys shooting at me? I'm a pretty decent guy -- why are they trying to kill me? Just because I invaded their country..." But it was pretty wild.

Combat can be terrifying, exhilarating, powerful -- all these different things, depending on what's happening to you at the time and how well you deal with it all. And combat is relative to the piece of ground you're standing on. You can say, "Ah, Grenada wasn't much." Well, from my point of view, it was plenty. It all depends on what's happening on your little piece of ground.

My dad did a lot of different things. He was a shipbuilder -- built Liberty ships during World War II. He was one of thirteen children, and two of the boys served in the Army during the war. But he stayed at the shipyard. Then after the war, he did a lot of things. He trapp ed, sold hides, he opened a grocery store and filling station, he ran cattle -- think he had about 150 cattle at the most. He did whatever it took.

My mom pretty much ran that store. She did a whole lot of work herself. My father was probably the toughest man I ever met, but when it came down to it, my mother was tougher in the long run. She had to deal with me and my two sisters, and him. Strong woman.

My dad was a firm believer in work. There was no sitting around the house. Came summer, he found you a job, farmed you out to people around here, maybe clearing land with a machete or working for a carpenter. So I had a job every summer. Then, of course, we were always helping out around the store, pumping gas and so forth. This was back in the days of full service at no extra charge.

We had a unique childhood. That's a story right there in itself, growing up in the store. We had a pet bear, and my father brought home little alligators when he came back from hunting.

I always went to real small schools, so we didn't have a high school football team or baseball team. I did run a little bit of track. As far as classes go, I was a real good student, starting out. I was the secretary-treasurer of the Beta Club, an academic club, early on in high school. Then about eleventh grade, I started drinking and running around with the boys. My grades subsequently fell.

So by the time I graduated, I didn't have any real idea what I wanted to do. First thing, I got a job on a roller coaster, down in Panama City, Florida. This thing was advertised as "the world's fastest roller coaster." We used to get up there and grease the tracks every morning with axle grease, to make it go faster. Climb around underne ath and tighten all the bolts that had fallen off the previous day. It was a seven-day-a-week job, from nine, ten in the morning to midnight or one o'clock at night.

I worked that most of the summer. Then I started getting bored. One day, I got on the ride, in the back car, and climbed out. You know those big springs that stick up in the back? Well, I rode those springs, holding on to the back end of the car. Rode that way all the way around.

I'd just gotten off and I saw the boss man running over.

A few yards away, he slowed down, and when he got up to me, he said, "My wife saw somebody riding on the back of the car. I was coming over to tell you about it and then I realized it was you. You do that again, and I'm gonna have to fire you. How would that look in the papers -- 'Roller coaster operator killed while acting the fool'?"

Well, like I said, I was getting bored, and then a friend of mine got fired, and I got mad and quit. Then I got on a survey crew, clearing land for the Intracoastal Waterway. We cleared land through every single swamp for I don't know how many miles around. Well, that got pretty old. I knew these guys in the Marine Corps, and that seemed like a good deal to me.

I spent two years in the Corps, got out as a corporal. I might have reenlisted, but for this little problem I had. Once when I came home from leave I got in a fight with a sheriff's deputy. They filed felony charges and all that. When I went back to base, the sergeant said, "Look, re-up and I'll send you to Okinawa. They'll never touch you." But I said, "Nah, my dad's put up a whole bunch of money for my bond. I have to go to court." So when I got out, I went down to Mobile, Alabama, and then it never went to court. They ended up dropping the charges because the sheriff was basically harassing me.

Well, by that time, I didn't want to go back into the Marines. I started working construction, building highrises, doing odd jobs. Just going nowhere. Back to my old habits -- drinking, fighting.

I was hanging around with this guy whose dad used to be in the Navy. He was a plane captain on a carrier -- the Forrestal. It caught on fire several times, so he always called it the Forest Fire. Anyway, he kept talking about the SEALs this, the SEALs that. It sounded pretty interesting, what he was saying, and I got tired of going nowhere. I told my girlfriend, who was about to become my wife, I asked her, "College or the Navy? Your choice." She goes, "Navy."

So I went down and signed up. I knew I had to change something, and that seemed like the way to do it.

I was in BUD/S class number ninety-two. I'm not really sure how many started. I believe it was the standard -- about 120. We graduated about 20, with several rollbacks.

I don't think you're ever prepared for exactly what happens to you in training. I was thinking, "Well, it's gonna be tough, but Parris Island was tough and you got through that." Because I had prior service, I got to skip boot camp and go straight to BUD/S. So before I reported, I stayed around here at home, trying to get ready. I'm running and lifting weights five days a week, and then just blowing it all on the weekends, partying and all this.

I thought I was in decent shape. I got there about two days before class started and went running with some of the other guys there and I thought, "I'm gonna die. I really am."

But I knew in my mind and my heart that I w asn't going to quit. I'd make it or not make it, but I wasn't going to leave there because I gave up. They were going to have to kick me out. It was like working for my dad. This was my job, and I was there to get through it.

About Hell Week, the toughest thing I remember was the night rock landing. We were a winter class, we must have had twelve-foot waves at that point. We went out in the daytime, and I mean, it's rough. Guys are getting hurt, really hurt, thrown back against these rocks. When we mustered up for the night landing, I was thinking, "No way. It's all a bluff. This is way too dangerous. It's all a mind game." So we get the boats and finally make it out past the surf. Just getting out past these waves is tough. I'm thinking, still, "Nah, it's all a bluff. They're gonna call us back." But we just keep going, and I'm thinking, "They're cutting it awful close. They're gonna have to call us back pretty soon." And then I realize they really mean it. That was tough.

There was some helping each other out, then and all week long. But when you get right down to it, it's up to you. People can encourage you, but after a certain point, they've got to take care of themselves. They're not there to look after you. It's really up to you to get through it.

Back then, about all you had to do was look like you wanted to quit. Once you said it, you were out of there. Since then, they've decided, "Well, that's humiliating." It's not humiliating. I don't even remember those guys. All I remember is their helmet liners lying there. They usually rang out while you're going through another evolution, so you don't even miss them. You're just surviving. You're going on. You feel bad for these guys who didn't make it, but who were they? You can't remember who they were.

When I was in training, I called home this one time, and my mother said, "Well, how is it, son?" I said, "Well, Ma, it's pretty tough here. I'm just hanging on day to day." And I always remember what she said -- she told me, "Well, son, if the other boys can do it, I'm sure you can, too." I'm thinking, "Thanks a lot, Mom. That's not any kind of advice." But it's really the best thing she could have said. If they can do it, you can do it. Don't worry about it.

I was thinking of that during those long swims in the Gulf off the coast of Louisiana, heading out to the oil rigs. If you judged the current wrong, you might be out there swimming for six or seven hours, and then you have to climb the rig. That would be pretty taxing. But you know -- if they can do it, you can do it.

You know that old saying: Courage is not the absence of fear; it's the conquering of fear. There's always fear there; it's just a matter of overcoming it. I think a lot of it is peer pressure. Look at the Civil War. These men served with people from around home, and nobody wanted word to get back that they were a coward.

Just because you go through all this difficult training, that's no guarantee you're going to do well in combat. But if you don't do well in training, it's a pretty good bet you're not going to handle the real thing all that well.

These days, if a person wants to quit in training, they don't let him. They give him four or five counseling sessions, let him warm up till he's not cold anymore. "Oh, we don't want him to make a hasty decision." Well, in some situations, real-life situations, you ca n't quit. You can't just walk off. You quit, and somebody's got to take care of you.

Of course I'd heard all the stories about Dick -- he was a wild man, he was a hard-fisted, hard-drinking kind of guy. Which was right up my alley back then.

The first time I actually met him was when we were unloading a truck at this place I probably better not mention. This was during the Iranian hostage situation, the buildup to the rescue. At that time, I was dipping Copenhagen, and I'd spit in this cup and set it on the bumper of the truck. Well, the cup turned over and spilled. I heard this voice, "Whose mess is this?" Plus a few more choice words. I looked up and saw Marcinko and I think, "Oh, man, I haven't even met the guy and I'm already in trouble."

When I went to work for Dick, I found out he was a great CO. The best I've ever worked for. Organizationally, he's probably a genius -- the way he put SIX together, the way he utilized people in certain areas, the way the team itself was organized.

And he's an amazing leader. First off, he stood up for his men. And he was very personally involved. You felt like he knew what was going on in your life, he knew things about you -- things that maybe you didn't even want him to know. He just kind of looked into you and really saw you, accepted some of your flaws and helped you use your assets. He motivated us to do things nobody really thought we could do.

I remember when we were getting SIX set up, he took the whole team out and got us free-fall qualified. I had probably thirty, forty static-line jumps at that point. But there's quite a bit of difference between a rope-a-dope, static-line jump, and free fall. Marcinko took the whole team down to F lorida and we all got free-fall qualified -- not just on parachutes but on the new square parachutes, which are very dangerous if you don't know what you're doing.

They laid us on the floor, and we all assumed these falling-frog positions. People would come around and correct you -- "Ah, that knee's not right." We go through that a couple of times and Dick says, "Okay, here's the parachute." He shows us how to pack it. We pack it once, maybe twice, then we all get in the plane and go up ten thousand feet and jump out of an airplane.

I was scared to death. But it all went well. Everybody made it, everybody did the job, everybody learned. And that had to be done. We were behind schedule, and the Old Man told us, "Hey, we're going. There's gonna be no leave until we're all on line. We've got a mission coming up."

When you're in the Teams, you have to prove yourself every day. You can't ever say, "Yep, I'm a hotdog here, I'm just gonna lay back now."

I miss the guys more than anything. I don't miss the operations so much. I'm not going to go join a private skydiving club, I do very little diving, of course I'm not doing any demolition. But the other guys -- they were my kind of people. We were a family.

Of course, families have conflict. We had conflict all the time. But that doesn't mean we weren't professionals. People called us cowboys, whatever, but we were professionals. We got the job done. We could go out with the Skipper and have drinks, be as close as father and son. But when the job came -- duty came -- the next day, then he was the boss and you were the employee. It just reinforced what my father taught me -- do your job and do it well, and you'll succeed.

Marcinko and my father both taught me the value of hard work, of teamwork, of making sure your people were taken care of. I sure wish the two of them would've got a chance to meet. There are a lot of parallels between them. Maybe that's why I like Marcinko so much.

I left the Navy Halloween of 1994. I'd already set up a business, putting in docks and piers and seawalls, working with this Special Forces guy who'd just retired. We worked with another older fellow who had a barge, and he was supposed to sell us the barge, but in the end he didn't.

Well, putting these things in, it's pretty rough, particularly on your back. I got to the point I just couldn't do it anymore. I was going to see my chiropractor every day. So then I just kind of slid into what Marcinko was doing, did that for a while, worked with an old SEAL buddy, Chris Caracci, up in eastern Michigan, just doing all kinds of things. Worked with a buddy who's a captain on a millionaire 's yacht, helped him bring the yacht down from Savannah to Fort Lauderdale. Worked in the air-conditioning business around here.

Then, not too long ago, I moved back here, where I grew up. Me and my sister are reopening the store, opening up an RV park. We've got to do something with the land -- the taxes keep going up -- so we're thinking we can put a nice RV park in, and keep it as natural as possible. We don't want to stack 'em in there like sardines. We want to leave some room, put some nature walks through there, that kind of thing. There's a creek that runs through the property, with very few people on it because we own both sides of it for about half a mile.

I wanted to come back here because this is where I grew up and it's special to me. And also, I h ave a nine-year-old boy and a three-year-old boy, and it's good for them. I'm trying to raise my sons the way I was raised -- knowing the value of work.

This house sits on three and a half cleared acres, and part of it's infested with prickly pear cactus. You have to keep digging 'em up and throwing 'em away, or they keep increasing. So I have my boy take a bucket and go out and work on that. He'll work for a while and then leave. I'll go find him and say, "Look, I'm the boss, you're the employee. You cannot leave this job until you check out with me." So we're learning some things. I think his mother's going to have him washing clothes, doing the dishes, and all that before too long. Be good for him.

I definitely think there's a need for something that teaches people how to work, how to think about something besides themselves.

I had an old chief, Bob Shamberger, who used to tell us, "Soft lands breed soft people." He always said he was quoting Alexander the Great on that, but who knows. I think we've come to that -- we've become a soft country. I'm a Christian now, have been for a couple of years, and I believe this country has turned away from God and the Bible, the ethics and the morals you need. And I think people are searching for that. You get these executives going out in the woods, beating on their chests around a campfire to act like men -- that's pretty sad.

SpecWar's become more and more pertinent to the world situation. You can't always send cruise missiles into drugstores and blow them up. So I think SpecWar's going to be more and more utilized, and more and more valuable. But I also think SpecWar has to get back to the values they started with -- hard training, focus o n the mission. People aren't getting any tougher, you know what I'm saying? People are getting softer. And if you keep easing off on the standards to accommodate the next generation, you're going to have people who can't do anything. Let's not deal with the quantity of people -- let's deal with the quality of people. You can take two thousand people who aren't worth anything and you get nothing accomplished. But if you have two hundred of the right people, you'll get the job done.

That holds true for the Teams as well. They have to be careful they don't get so big that they lose sight of the goals and the abilities they had from the start. Now, you got all these admirals, all this structure. People need to just step back and look at what happened to Special Forces in the Army. They got more and more and more, and the officers became more and more in charge, and they created positions of higher rank, and people wanted to be there just so they could make the rank.

One of Marcinko's strengths was depending on the chiefs to run things. They've got their eye on the troops, they know what's going on. Most officers in the Teams -- unless they're very lucky or very good -- most officers never spend more than two years, maybe three, in an operational platoon. Then they roll into a training department, go out for postgraduate work, become XO and CO. But they never really are on the operational level again -- not like the chiefs, who might spend most of their career in operations.

You can't have guys rolling through for two years, then becoming CO of a Team, making major decisions that affect not just his Team, but SpecWar as a whole. You've got to have somebody up there who knows what he's talking about , and somebody the four-star Army guy will respect. Not somebody who got there because of politics.

But that's the way this world seems to be. Things get hot, and the pencil pushers run like rats, hide out -- then when it's all over, they come right back and take over again.

We've all seen that happen. The suits, the desk jockeys, are in control when things are going well. Then, when the shit hits the ventilator, they abandon ship. That's the cue for the Real Team to enter stage left and kick ass.

Copyright © 1999 by Richard Marcinko

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June 1999 After five bestselling novels in the Rogue Warrior series and his No. 1 New York Times bestselling autobiography, Rogue Warrior, Richard Marcinko delivers what his fans have all been begging for: the true stories behind the men upon whom he based his fictional SEAL team. Below read an excerpt from Rogue Warrior: The Real Team, in which Marcinko introduces Larry Barrett, one of the real-life models for the remarkable characters you've gotten to know in Marcinko's novels.

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Interviews & Essays

On Tuesday, June 15th, barnesandnoble.com welcomed Richard Marcinko to discuss THE REAL TEAM: ROGUE WARRIOR.

Moderator: Welcome, Richard Marcinko! Thank you for joining us online this afternoon. How are you today?

Richard Marcinko: Today I am in downtown Tallahassee.

Dale from Williamsburg: What inspired you to write THE REAL TEAM?

Richard Marcinko: Fans who wanted to know how to pick a team and maintain a team; and in the novels there was no time to build the characters of the team members who worked with me, like Stevie Wonder and Nicky Grundle.

Mark from Indiana: I understand that this book is different than your others in that we meet the SEAL team members up close now. Is this right? Who are the members?

Richard Marcinko: Yes. The members are Stevie Wonder, Nicky Grundle, Duckfoot, Prince Valiant, Indian Jew, Cyclops, Bullethead, Doc Tremblay.

Marcus from Texas: You have a really great beard. I heard that in the military they won't let you grow beards. Is this true? How long have you had your beard?

Richard Marcinko: I had it in the military under a rule called "modified grooming standards." I have had my beard since 1990.

Mrs. B from Wisconsin: Mr. Marcinko, your books have opened my eyes to a lot of things I had no idea about. Because of reading them, I have discovered a web site and made many new friends, including a Mr. "Hoot" Andrews and some of your other old acquaintances. Thanks for writing the books and having a part in my finding these new friends. And I look forward to seeing you at the picnic in August.

Richard Marcinko: Okay! I will be there, I guess.

pac87@aol.com from xx: I read in a chat that Jesse Ventura is a big fan of your novels. Are you a fan of his politics?

Richard Marcinko: That is correct. Somewhere between yes and hell yes!

Scott from Littleton: What was the most rewarding aspect of being a Navy SEAL?

Richard Marcinko: Going to war with the men.

Mike Pruitt from Glencoe, AL: Hi, big guy. When are you going to make a movie based on your books?

Richard Marcinko: There is a contract with Hollywood Pictures. Jerry Bruckheimer is the producer. On its eighth or ninth writer. Must be done by October 2000.

Dave from Brooklyn: Who was your biggest influence in life?

Richard Marcinko: Chief Barrett. he is in the book, so you can read about him.

Lance from Petersburg: What does it take to be a Navy SEAL today? What type of person would you recommend it to?

Richard Marcinko: Athletic, smart, motivated, and requiring challenge.

Clark from Detroit: What is your own personal motto?

Richard Marcinko: If I had one it would be: Kick ass, take names.

Geoff from Indianapolis: Mr. Marcinko, just wanted to thank you for many hours of great reading -- I look forward to enjoying your new book. Any chance of you being in Indianapolis anytime?

Richard Marcinko: Yes, building a training center at Freedom, Indiana, on 900 acres. Stevie Wonder is already there working on the center. It should open for its first class April 15 or 16, 2000. Web site will be up advertising it at Thanksgiving of this year. It is called Crossroads Training and Development Center.

Paul from Morris Plains, NJ: What character do you see Richard Marcinko in the most?

Richard Marcinko: Stevie Wonder.

Trent from Hanover: What is the most popular weapon of a Navy SEAL?

Richard Marcinko: H&K MP5. They are machine guns used by most international terrorist teams.

Tom from Lakeland: How much of what you discuss in your books is fact and how much is embellishment?

Richard Marcinko: Generally speaking, 68 percent has happened, and geographically it changes and chronologically it changes.

David Breland from McLain, MS: Mr. Marcinko, I think your books are excellent. I'm 14 and I love war, espionage, and terrorism books, and I am a military and history buff. I got started reading the Rogue Warrior books by finding ROGUE WARRIOR 2 in my house. I read straight through it; I even got it taken away for reading it. You are a great author, and I wanted to give a little hero worship to you. Thank you for your time.

Richard Marcinko: Thank you for reading.

Chris from Willmar: Do you plan to continue writing after your contract ends?

Richard Marcinko: Yes, that is correct.

Walter Wilder from Wewahitchka, Fl: Is the recent documentary regarding SEAL training that was aired on the Discovery Channel accurate?

Richard Marcinko: I haven't seen it totally, but my guess is yes. Footnote: The History Channel will air "The History of SEALs" in October, but I don't have the date yet.

Fred Knoll from Nashville, TN: Semper Fi Richard! What books do you enjoy reading? Do you read a lot of fiction? Also, do you ever listen to tunes when you write?

Richard Marcinko: No time to read other than news magazines, trade magazines, and novels sent by the publisher. I have three with me today -- one is the new Clive Cussler book, SERPENT. I do listen to tunes -- classical, light jazz, and Buddhist chants. There are CDs out by Buddist monks with multiple octaves in their voices.

Chris Brenckman from Willmar, MN: Hey, Uncle Dicky, I am 18 and just graduated from high school. I am trying to decide what I want to do and figure out who I am. What advice can you give me? Mr. Marcinko for president!

Richard Marcinko: That is a good one! King Richard has a better ring. If not college, join the service, learn a trade, and find out things that you don't want to do, which are just as important as what you want to do.

Mike from Annapolis, MD: What do you do to keep mentally and physically in shape?

Richard Marcinko: Mentally, I keep working, and physically, I have a "honey-do" list at the Rogue Manor and a 16-month-old boy whom I am raising in the woods.

Mrs. B from Wisconsin: Are you coming to Wisconsin to make any appearances soon?

Richard Marcinko: Not that I know of. I am on tour, and I don't have any speeches up there. Unfortunately I am now in the southern U.S., and then up the East Coast. I am done with your loop.

David from McLain, MS: Was Manny Tanto made up from a person or persons you've met?

Richard Marcinko: A person. He now lives in Saudi Arabia, and he ain't never comin' home.

Chris from Willmar: What do you enjoy doing in your free time?

Richard Marcinko: What free time? I actually have no hobbies. I work out, play with the baby, split wood -- we have six fireplaces (we have heat too, but fireplaces work better), and I have eight cars to maintain and use them all. I do the simple things on them: oil changes, change the tires -- play stuff.

Keith from Seattle: When do you plan to write another Leadership Secrets book?

Richard Marcinko: When the fans ask me. When I get responses to this book of what else they want.

Mrs. B from Wisconsin: The History Channel special is October 1st, from 8 to 10pm ET.

Richard Marcinko: Yes, that is the one!

Mark from Pittsburgh, PA: With the recent outbreak in teen violence and the tragedy in Littleton, Colorado -- as a former Navy SEAL, what do you think are some realistic solutions in terms of gun control? Are we doing enough or do we need to do more? How can we keep guns out of more kids' hands?

Richard Marcinko: An armed society is a polite society. Get parents back in charge of their children, and we will know where the children are and what they are doing. Guns are not the issue.

Taylor from Westchester: Were the SEALs called upon in the Kosovo crisis? Do you know fellow SEALs who were sent on special missions?

Richard Marcinko: Anything I know is unofficial, but they are in Albania and they do patrol, and at night it is hard to see the red line of the border.

Bob from Cherry Point, NC: Whom does Richard Marcinko respect?

Richard Marcinko: [laughs] Rob Boehm, that is my C-Daddy and the author of a book called FIRST SEAL.

Tom from Lakeland: Have you learned to appreciate hops and barley, or are you still a Bombay gin man?

Richard Marcinko: Bombay Sapphire, 94 proof, on the rocks and naked.

Bishop from Texas: What would be your solution to safeguard this country against terrorism?

Richard Marcinko: Use our present laws, which state that we can attack them to protect U.S. citizens or assets. Get them at home before they get us.

Dee from Florida: Is it your opinion that the Navy SEALs are the best-trained and most effective military unit in the world? If not, who is?

Richard Marcinko: Let's just call them one of the best trained. Also great are the old Soviet Spetnaz, Israeli Raiders, German GSG9, French GIGN, British SAS and SBS. That should give you the flavor.

Marcus from San Francisco: How is a team member selected? What types of things do they have to do to make the cut?

Richard Marcinko: Volunteer for BUD-S (Basic Underwater Demolition/SEAL) training, graduate, get to an operational team, and continue to develop tactical expertise. Selection is based on skill level and mission requirements.

Seth from New York: Hi, Demo -- I really enjoy your books, and they have certainly inspired me. In the recent Discovery Channel show on SEALs, they discussed SEALs being used to counter drug trafficking into the U.S. Shouldn't this fall under the jurisdiction of another government agency and not the Navy?

Richard Marcinko: There are more of them than us. Any help for our society is good. SEALs are limited by a law called Posse Comitas, which limits military action in domestic civilian affairs. Training and police surveying drug activity aren't helping the problem.

Ollie from Richmond: Do you have plans for another Rogue Warrior book? When? Give us a sneak peek.

Richard Marcinko: Release date is January or February, 2000. The title is PLATOON GOLF, and it is done. More kick ass. Can't say more.

Moderator: How will you celebrate New Year's Eve 1999? Any special plans?

Richard Marcinko: As always, I will be at the Rogue Manor in control of my environment. Not worried about Y2K or anything else. Translation: We don't go anywhere on New Year's Eve, we have fireworks and friends and lock ourselves there.

Dan from Chicago: Can you share with us your "near death" combat experience? When you almost met your maker?

Richard Marcinko: No, I was too busy. It is the truth. When you are near life-and-death, you are very busy surviving. The realization of the nearness of death is not realized until it is over and you sit down with a cold beer or Bombay.

Moderator: Thank you, Richard Marcinko! Best of luck with THE REAL TEAM: ROGUE WARRIOR. Before you leave, do you have any parting comments for the online audience?

Richard Marcinko: Thanks for your support. Books will continue to come, and I will stay on the road to meet all the fans.

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  • Posted February 8, 2012

    A good action read.

    This was the first book I have read in the Rogue Warrior series by Richard Marcinko. I was not prepared for the different approach to writing by this author.
    The story is written in the first person. Even though it is fiction, the story seems very real. After reading about the author's past real life exploits, I realized that the author has actually experienced the reality he was writing about. I doubt that the author has ever actually been involved with the North Korean leaders, l have no doubt that the action in the book is something that he has experienced. This makes the book seem very real.
    Another thing that surprised me was the frequent use of dry humor. I enjoyed the light hearted aspects of the story both in the prose and in the footnotes.
    I did not find the characters to be compelling bu then, this is a pure action story.
    I will read more of this series of books.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 22, 2010


    I enjoy all of the Rogue Warrior books, but this one is a faster read than the other books in the series, and it's intertwined with a lot of sarcasm and humor. It's my favorite out of the Rogue Warrior series.

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  • Posted December 8, 2009

    I Also Recommend:

    Marcinko has a blast

    Demo Dick takes his show to Korea and China and has a blast. We ought to elect him President. There would be fewer problems in the world.

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  • Posted November 22, 2009

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    Really Dumb

    If you are looking for any reality based novel or at least a creative piece of work with interesting characters - look elsewhere.

    0 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 6, 2009

    more from this reviewer

    Dick Marcinko the best

    I've been reading Marcinkos books for over 10 years now.His orignial, an autobiography was one of the best books I've read.It is a must read. This last one Dictators Ransom does not dissapoint. He has another one coming out but dont know when. His books read like spy novels and also on the lines of the tv show The Unit. Mr Marcinko founded Seal Team 6 which was the Navy's version of Delta Force. He has a number of books out but also books on leadership the Seal way. Can't wait for the new one.

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  • Posted May 17, 2009

    more from this reviewer

    Dicators Ransom worth a read.

    Worth a read. The story line involving real world characters seems a bit much. Having read the jacket and some reviews, I was originally skeptical about reading "DR." However, after reading I felt it was worth the read. Dictators Ransom is toned down a bit from other Marcinko books. The continuing use of past characters remains true and strong to their development. If you have read other Rogue Warrior series of books, then this will be worth the time investment.

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  • Posted April 13, 2009

    Rogue Warrier Dictator's Ransom Provides Outstanding Action

    Thankfully, Marcinki and DeFelice have reduced the profanity in this book to focus on plot development. Putting the action in North Korea was a brilliant stroke along with an often hilarious look at the bunker mentality of Kim Jong II makes for a good read. It is a great read for a rainy afternoon and, in this troubled world, provides welcome escapism from your personal problems. The end is totally unexpected and provides rich material for the next book, which will be a must on your reading list if you read this one.

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  • Posted February 23, 2009

    Slow Deterioration

    I have read every book in the series and honestly they have taken a hit since losing John Weisman as a co-writer. The story is lacking some of the back story and realism that accompanied the first few books in the series. Still, for those who are fans of the series you will find familiar characters up against impossible odds and a great way to escape from your everyday life into a world that is, if anything, unpredictable. If you like this genre, I suggest hunting down a copy of, "Shadow Warrior" by John Weisman and Felix Rodriguez about the CIA's involvement in Cuba and South America - particularly the hunt for 'Che' Guevarra.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 20, 2005

    Nothing short of amazing

    This book is nothing less than amazing and I got goosebumps from reading it more often than not. I love this book and Richard Marcinko is such a strong person. I am re-reading this book because it is just that amazing. Amazing. Amazing.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 16, 2005

    NAvy man t0 Navy Man, Marcinko rules!

    This is one of the best books Ive ever read. Brutally honest. Anyone that wants to be SF or just loves reading about it, READ IT!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 6, 2004

    Must read

    I have never been into autobiographies, but this book had me absolutely hooked. I could not put this book down. Richard Marcinko mixes true life action with the greatest humor I've ever read. It just stuns me how badly the US government screwed him and he still has managed to keep his head held high. Hes a very strong willed and motivational person. You must read this book!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 16, 2003

    A Real Thrill

    This book is one that will keep you completely absorbed. It is about one of the greatest Navy SEALs that ever lived and his experiences. He formed two elite groups of SEALs. This true story is very exciting, from Marcinko's days in Vietnam to his formation of SEAL Team Six and Red Cell. The story will keep you glued to the pages all the way through!

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 15, 2003

    My two cents

    What Chadz did for the Marines this past summer (Stand By to Fall Out) Dick did for the SEAls a few years ago. Both books have a patriotism, esprit de corps and a no holes barred attitude that allows a reader a look inside to see exactly what the Grunts (Chadz) and Seals (Marcinko) have to offer. Dick was a warrior, and those he served with followed his charge and completed the mission...if we could only get the boobs in washington and the silver spooners to erect the same type of backbone this country would once again be on top. After reading this, I do recommend Chadz's book for those interested in the grunt Marine's lifestyle and other books by Dick and other Warrior Marines.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 24, 2003

    911 Would Never Have Happened...

    911 would never have happened if our government would've left Dick Marcinko alone to warn the US of the real threat of terrorism. Unfortunately, too many pencil pushers make the decisions that real warriors with experience should be making instead. Do want a REAL story of a REAL American hero...? HERE'S YOUR BOOK! God bless the USA.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 17, 2002

    unlimited excitement

    I've never been one to read, but this book, reccomended by a management class, was one that "kept me in the book" the entire time. I actually read the 2 nd book as well the same way. Absolutely wonderful

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 4, 2002

    Lewd, Rude, Crude, No Nonsense

    Dick takes you on a real life adventure through Vietnam and his time in the Navy. He embarrasses everyone in the military with his wild antics but in the end HE got the job done over and over again. I read it cover to cover in 4 days and could not get enough of the later works either. He writes in the first person which draws you in right away and holds you in the story until you have to pry yourself away. A real eye opener to how things are really run in the Navy and a glimpse at how they could and should be. Outstanding story and scary as hell, I'm just glad he's on our side.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 6, 2002

    Awsome Book

    No holds bar tale of a tough Navy SEAL. This guy is the best there is. He tells it like it is. Nobody can hold this guy back. This book inspired me to want to join a Special Forces. Must Read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 26, 2000

    True American Hero

    This book is the best book I have ever read. It tought me alot about the U.S. Navy SEAL's. I have always wanted to be a SEAL, and this book helped to solidify the goal. HOOYAH!!

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    Posted April 17, 2012

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