Level Zero Heroes: The Story of U.S. Marine Special Operations in Bala Murghab, Afghanistan [NOOK Book]

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A New York Times Best seller!

In Level Zero Heroes, Michael Golembesky follows the members of U.S. Marine Special Operations Team 8222 on their assignment to the remote and isolated Taliban stronghold known as Bala Murghab as they conduct special operations in an effort to break the Taliban's grip on the Valley. What started out as a routine mission changed when two 82nd Airborne Paratroopers tragically drowned in the Bala Murghab River while trying to retrieve vital supplies ...

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Overview

A New York Times Best seller!

In Level Zero Heroes, Michael Golembesky follows the members of U.S. Marine Special Operations Team 8222 on their assignment to the remote and isolated Taliban stronghold known as Bala Murghab as they conduct special operations in an effort to break the Taliban's grip on the Valley. What started out as a routine mission changed when two 82nd Airborne Paratroopers tragically drowned in the Bala Murghab River while trying to retrieve vital supplies from an air drop that had gone terribly wrong. In this one moment, the focus and purpose of the friendly forces at Forward Operating Base Todd, where Team 8222 was assigned, was forever altered as a massive clearing operation was initiated to break the Taliban's stranglehold on the valley and recover the bodies.

From close-quarters firefights in Afghan villages to capturing key-terrain from the Taliban in the unforgiving Afghan winter, this intense and personal story depicts the brave actions and sacrifices of MSOT 8222. Readers will understand the hopelessness of being pinned down under a hail of enemy gunfire and the quake of the earth as a 2000 lb. guided bomb levels a fortified Taliban fighting position.
A powerful and moving story of Marine Operators doing what they do best, Level Zero Heroes brings to life the mission of these selected few that fought side-by-side in Afghanistan, in a narrative as action-packed and emotional as anything to emerge from the Special Operations community contribution to the Afghan War.

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Library Journal
09/01/2014
Motivated by the 9/11 attacks, Golembesky enlisted in the marines in 2002, serving in Iraq and Afghanistan until he was honorably discharged in 2010. Here, along with Bruning (Outlaw Platoon), he recounts the battles he and members of "Dagger 22," a special operations team, fought in the Bala Murghab Valley in 2009. Harrowing battlefield descriptions capture the dangers of fighting a war in which your ally could also be your enemy and one mistake could cost the lives of hundreds of civilians and the friendly fire deaths of fellow marines. These sophisticated and devastating bombs were unprecedented in previous wars. The author vividly shows that the fighters were placed in harm's way owing to Taliban forces hiding among Afghani citizens without fear of retaliation as well as corrupt Afghan National Police who would readily sell intelligence to the enemy. The events of Operation Good Morning, the largest offensive in Bala Murghab at the time, will grip readers with its stories of individual and group bravery as this band of brothers fought for survival and out of loyalty toward one another. VERDICT Readers who enjoy first-person accounts of battles laced with nonstop action will have a tough time putting this one down.—Karl Helicher, Upper Merion Twp. Lib., King of Prussia, PA
Publishers Weekly
07/07/2014
Former U.S. Marine Michael “Ski” Golembesky tells the engaging story of his unit, Special Operations Team 8222, in action on the ground in Afghanistan from October to December of 2009 and while it’s not quite military propaganda, it certainly paints an overwhelmingly positive portrait of the U.S. Marines. Golembesky kept a journal in Afghanistan and he wrote this book “as a sort of catharsis.” But his project soon evolved into a mission to showcase the wartime service of his fellow Marines in Afghanistan. To do so, he focuses on a mission in which his 23-member special-ops team (call sign Dagger 22), operating out of Forward Operating Base Todd in the mountainous Bala Murghab River Valley in northwest Afghanistan, went after an entrenched Taliban stronghold. Golembesky vividly depicts the engagement, which became known as Operation Hero Recovery and involved vicious ground combat. There are military acronyms galore and plenty of reconstructed dialogue in this paean to the Marines on the ground doing the grunt work in America’s longest armed conflict. But Golembesky’s condemnation of the “rules with which our nation’s leaders have decided to fight the war in Afghanistan” will prove controversial. (Sept.)
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"Level Zero Heroes proves that great warriors aren't minted from any one branch of service. Michael's story is a testament to the hard men of MARSOC who have contributed significantly both on and off the battlefield since the attacks of Sept. 11th, 2001. Semper Fi brothers." - Brandon Webb,  former Navy SEAL, Editor of SOFREP, and New York Times bestselling author of "The Red Circle"

 

“'A warning shot with a B-1'— A direct quote taken out of Level Zero Heroes that has more precision than the author possibly could ever imagine. Golembesky and Bruning took a real world account of some of America’s best and brightest and wrote a story that will capture the mind of any military enthusiast. From the expeditious bond of brotherhood to the horrors of poor Rules of Engagement to the appreciation of a select group of Afghan intelligence officials, this book covers so much more than a mere deployment in Afghanistan. A B-1 doesn’t do warning shots, it blows things to smithereens. This book is like a B-1—it will blow your mind!" - Kerry Patton, author of Contracted: America’s Secret Warriors

 

"An intimate and unprecedented look into the mysterious, high-speed lifestyle of the U.S. military’s newest special operations force, Level Zero Heroes is a heart-pounding exploration of the Marines’ bare-knuckle fight for Bala Murghab, a treacherous wasteland in Afghanistan’s Wild West." — Andrew deGrandpre, Marine Corps Times

 

“Semper Fi! Level Zero Heroes is a riveting, fast paced account of Marine Operators in combat in Afghanistan. Inspiring & insightful look into the new world of Marine Corps Special Operations, I was absolutely hooked from the first page to the last. I'm glad Ski and his fellow team members are on our side.” -Sean Parnell, New York Times bestselling author of Outlaw Platoon

 

"An unflinchingly honest account of a war run for other reasons than victory. Level Zero Heroes is a testament to American warriors who stepped forward to fight with honor and win. This is our generation's Catch 22." - Jack Coughlin, New York Times bestselling author of Shooter

"Golembesky vividly depicts the engagement, which became known as Operation Hero Recovery and involved vicious ground combat....controversial." - Publishers Weekly

“The author writes perceptively about the complex social environment of Afghanistan…. The depictions of combat are precise regarding weapons and tactics but also jargon-heavy, giving the action a video game feel.”- Kirkus Reviews

“Readers who enjoy first-person accounts of battles laced with nonstop action will have a tough time putting this one down.” —Library Journal

Kirkus Reviews
2014-07-27
Grim account of wearying combat in Afghanistan by a Marine Special Operations unit. Co-writing with prolific military writer Bruning (Outlaw Platoon: Heroes, Renegades, Infidels, and the Brotherhood of War in Afghanistan, 2012, etc.), Golembesky presents himself as an unlikely Marine, a spiritual bohemian type who joined following 9/11. After multiple tours in Iraq, he still wanted to serve in Afghanistan. His specialty was also unusual: as a Joint Terminal Attack Controller, he was "authorized to control aviation ordnance," utilizing GPS and other technologies to direct devastating airstrikes. Despite the Marines' superior firepower and training, they appeared alienated from their mission due to restrictive rules of engagement, callous military bureaucracy and their sense that the brutal culture of Afghanistan could not be changed. The narrative focuses first on a rescue mission in which the Marines witnessed a horrific friendly fire incident involving American air power. Later, they deployed for an extended combat tour on a remote mountain spine, meant to divide a Taliban-heavy region in half yet compromised by a clique of powerful local Afghans who played both sides. As the battle unfolded, Golembesky noted that his comrades had "grown bitter and had given up on our role in Afghanistan….the way we were fighting bordered on the ridiculous." The author writes perceptively about the complex social environment of Afghanistan, as when the Marines realized they were fighting in old Russian trenches against enemies whom the U.S. once armed. Similarly, they understood that most civilians would collaborate with vicious Taliban cells simply to survive: "[T]he margin between working with the locals and inadvertently providing intel to the enemy seemed razor-thin." The depictions of combat are precise regarding weapons and tactics but also jargon-heavy, giving the action a video game feel. Golembesky clearly admires the valor of his fellow Marines, but a conviction that the Afghan war has long been a costly, corrupted quagmire pervades this military memoir.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781250030412
  • Publisher: St. Martin's Press
  • Publication date: 9/2/2014
  • Sold by: Macmillan
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 320
  • Sales rank: 18,687
  • File size: 5 MB

Meet the Author

STAFF SERGEANT MICHAEL GOLEMBESKY served 8 years with the United States Marine Corps and is a combat veteran of the Afghanistan and Iraq Wars. Golembesky served as a Joint Terminal Attack Controller with Marine Special Operation Team 8222 (MARSOC).

JOHN R. BRUNING is the author or collaborating writer on sixteen non-fiction books, including the bestseller Outlaw Platoon, House to House, Shadow of the Sword and The Devil's Sandbox: With the 2nd Battalion, 162nd Infantry at War in Iraq.


STAFF SERGEANT MICHAEL GOLEMBESKY served 8 years with the United States Marine Corps and is a combat veteran of the Afghanistan and Iraq Wars. Golembesky served as a Joint Terminal Attack Controller with Marine Special Operation Team 8222 (MARSOC).
John R. Bruning is the author or co-author of eight books, including House to House by David Bellavia.
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Level Zero Heroes

The Story of U.S. Marine Special Operations in Bala Murghab, Afghanistan


By Michael Golembesky, John R. Bruning

St. Martin's Press

Copyright © 2015 Michael Golembesky
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-250-07029-6


1

CAMP STONE, AFGHANISTAN

OCTOBER 29, 2009

HERAT, WESTERN AFGHANISTAN

The chow hall line moved with interminable slowness. We stood together as a team, waiting with our trays in hand for the Filipino cooks to serve us omelets on Styrofoam plates.

George had been in a foul mood. His humor could be abrasive and sardonic, and he’d been complaining so much that the other day Rob had finally asked him, “Is anything you’re saying going to help our situation here?” He quieted down a bit after that. But his mood simmered below the surface.

Truth is, everyone was edgy. Herat was garrison hell. Clean uniforms and M4 carbines being used as accessories abounded. The closer to the flagpole, the more the little shit matters, and Herat was our flagpole. Not only was our MSOC headquarters element here, but the command element from Special Operations Task Force–West (SOTF-W) had set up shop right next door since we were only about a hundred kilometers from the Iranian border.

The chow line began to move. We shuffled forward and made small talk among ourselves. The uniforms around us reflected the diversity of the NATO effort here, which made us feel even more like strangers in a strange land. A sprinkling of Spanish, a few Italians, civilian contractors, a Dane or two mixed in with our Marine SOF (Special Operations Force) team and some Army paratroopers from the 82nd Airborne Division. Each group kept to themselves like little islands in a sea of unfamiliar allies.

Four days in country and we were already sick of the mind-set here. We’d been busting ass to prep for the movement to our permanent home about 180 klicks northeast of Herat. Zeroing weapons, prepping gear, modifying our GMVs with homemade metal side racks so we could carry more gear had dominated the last few days. While we worked to get into combat, the headquarters culture back here was cast straight from the peacetime stateside mold. Officers chastised us about the state of our uniforms and choice of footwear. Paperwork inundated us. The people here seemed out of touch with where they were and what we were supposed to be doing. And while Camp Stone was probably one of the safest places in Afghanistan, all of the personnel here drew combat pay and hazardous duty pay.

Fortunately, this would be our last breakfast in Herat. I’d jumped through all the administrative hoops and had been approved in theater as a JTAC, complete with my own call sign, HALO 14. Our gear was prepped and good to go. We’d be done with our final tasks later today, which included mounting a 7.62mm minigun onto one of our GMVs that would give a significant boost to our team’s firepower. Tomorrow morning, we’d be linking up with a convoy from the 82nd Airborne that would make its way to the Bala Murghab Valley, which would be our home for the rest of the deployment.

The chow line inched closer to the Filipino cooks, who seemed to be the only people in the place in a good mood. They chatted and tried to joke with the men they served. The language barrier was a challenge, but a good breakfast is a universal language we all speak.

I stood in line next to Jay, the only black guy on our team. The guys lovingly referred to him as “Token” after the lone black kid in the television series South Park. His mood mirrored George’s. He’d been grousing on and off all morning as he worked to get the team’s radios up and running for tomorrow’s departure.

Ahead of us in line, another black soldier, wearing an 82nd Airborne patch, glanced over his shoulder at us. He caught sight of Jay, who was the only other black guy in the chow hall. The soldier looked away quickly and fiddled with his tray.

Jay was a squared-away Marine. Meticulous with his gear, he wore an air of confidence that made him seem a little larger than life. He tolerated no fools, and he had zero social filter. He would have been a disaster in the Diplomatic Corps. As a Marine, he was first-rate, a man you could depend on to get shit done.

During our final weeks in the United States as we finished our training together, I began to watch Jay closely. He was a Recon Marine like Mark, Billy, and George, as well as our team’s commo guy. He had a real love-hate relationship with his communication duties. Every down moment we had, I saw him fussing over the radios and comm gear. He also made a point of taking care of everyone’s crypto changes. Our radios had encryption codes that were swapped out for new ones every few weeks as a security measure. Jay would hound everyone on the team, reminding them of upcoming crypto changes and telling them to bring their radios to him so he could take care of the swap for them.

Several times back in the States, somebody had forgotten, and I’d seen him sigh in frustration. “Dude, I told you to get your radio to me last night,” he’d scold them, but would take the radio and make the changes for him anyway.

The 82nd Airborne soldier glanced back at Jay again. What was going on here?

“Hey Jay?” I asked him.

“Yeah?” he asked. Well spoken and highly intelligent, he had a deep voice that could project like a drill instructor’s when he got fired up.

“You think you can show me how to load crypto properly in my radio and how to use TEKs?”—Traffic Encryption Key.

“No problem. I’ve seen you watching me do it.” Like Mark, he hailed from Texas, but you’d never know it by the way he spoke. Both our team’s Texans sounded like Yankees.

I’d learned a long time ago in the Corps that it never hurts to bag a new skill. If I could handle this, it’d make Jay’s life a little easier. Plus, I was anal about my own gear. I wanted to make sure I knew it inside and out, from the radios to the computer I carried to the M4 I slung over my shoulder. If something was fucked up, I wanted it to be my fault and no one else’s.

The 82nd Airborne soldier looked back at Jay a third time. Jay was waiting for that. Their gazes met, and the soldier nodded at him knowingly.

Jay’s eyes widened. His nostrils flared and he suddenly shouted, “Hey, nigger! I don’t know you!”

Everyone in earshot froze. The place went dead quiet. The 82nd Airborne soldier appeared stunned. Around Jay, the rest of us wanted to find a fighting position and dive for cover.

The 82nd guy couldn’t tear his eyes away.

“Why you nodding at me?” Jay demanded. I swear his voice could have been heard in Kabul.

The man shook his head and turned his back to us. A tense moment passed, then gradually the hubbub usually resident in the chow hall returned.

We got our food and sat down at a table not far from the 82nd Airborne soldier and his buddies.

It took a bit for me to screw up the courage to say, “Jay, I think he was just trying to identify with you a little.”

Jay scoffed, then bellowed, “I don’t know that fuckin’ nigger!”

Ducking, I said, “Okay! Relax man.”

“Dude, no need to start a race war with the only other black guy in here,” George remarked.

Andy sat down next to me and shook his head. He’d been around Jay enough to know that trying to say anything to him was a waste of time. Besides, Jay did this sort of thing all the time just to fuck with us white guys and make us uncomfortable.

There was also something more significant at play here. Jay had joined the Marines at nineteen back in 2004, and had served with Recon battalions in Iraq and Afghanistan prior to this deployment. The commonalities that exist in civilian life back home meant nothing to him now. Common race or gender, it had no impact. His loyalty, attention, and the friendship he offered came only in the context of his team and fellow Recon guys. That bond transcended all others. He seemed genuinely offended when somebody presumed to be his brother just because their skin color happened to match.

His brothers were Recon Marines, team guys and nobody else. And the scene in the chow hall that morning was a reminder to me to tread carefully. I was still outside the circle. Presume and pay.

We started eating in silence. Gradually, a conversation grew from the favored topic du jour: our future home. We knew little about Bala Murghab, so we pounced on any rumors or scraps of intel that came our way.

Andy took a sip of coffee, then passed along the latest tidbits he’d picked up. The Spanish army originally established the FOB, the Forward Operating Base. There’d been some sort of firefight while their engineers were building a new bridge across the river that ran through the area. After that, the Spaniards pulled out and turned it over to an Italian mechanized infantry unit to take control of the area. NATO politics sucked, and the word around Herat was that the Spaniards had absolutely no heart for this fight.

“How about the Italians? Any word on them?” Rob asked Andy.

“Fucking NATO. Pussies,” somebody said.

“Not sure yet,” Andy told us. “They have different rules of engagement than we do. We’ll find out more when we get up there.”

The NATO force in Afghanistan operated under a general set of rules of engagement. Under those, each nation had its own ROEs. Some countries were there as a token effort to show unity with the NATO Alliances. The Poles were like that. Their troops and aircraft were not allowed to engage unless they personally got shot at by the enemy. Even if other NATO elements nearby were being shot up, the Poles could not respond as a result of their national ROEs. The Brits were the most aggressive and had been fighting ferociously in the south for the better part of the decade.

Our own ROEs had undergone a radical revision now that General Stanley McChrystal had taken over as theater commander (COMISAF). Where once our troops had flexibility on the battlefield, in my opinion McChrystal’s feel-good tactical directives had clipped the wings of our aggressiveness and ability to effectively kill the enemy in a timely manner.

We’d spent hours talking through them as a team since most of the limitations he’d placed on American troops struck right at the heart of what Special Operations units do best. Night raids had to be specially approved at the SOTF commander level now, which was a challenge since that was when Special Operations units operated. We weren’t allowed to drop bombs on enemy fighters in civilian compounds. We also could not open fire unless the enemy clearly possessed weapons. We’d heard from returning teams how all this had affected combat operations. The Taliban had quickly adapted to the ROEs’ restrictions and figured out ways to use them against us. They’d shoot at American troops, then drop their weapons and run, knowing that since they were no longer armed, our forces could not return fire. Where would they run? Into compounds, of course. They used civilian homes as ambush positions, knowing we couldn’t bring our superior firepower to bear. McChrystal’s new directives were designed to better protect the civilian population, but from what we were hearing, they’d made it easier for the Taliban to infiltrate communities, then terrorize the locals into collaboration.

You practically needed a master’s degree to figure out who could shoot at whom and under what circumstances. It was a crazy way to fight a war. Even crazier was the lack of knowledge we had of our assigned AO. Eight years into the war and we were about to go into action as blind as the first SOF units had in 2001.

I asked Andy, “Are we going to get any better maps of the area?”

He shrugged. “So far, no luck.”

The only one we had of Bala Murghab was a Soviet Red Army topographical map printed in the 80s during their Afghan war. It had appeared up in our Tactical Operations Center (TOC) one day while we were training at Fort Irwin, California. It showed a valley surrounded by massive, steep hills, accessible by only a couple of dirt tracks, or by helicopter. That quarter-century-old Communist map drafted by a regime long since swept into history’s dustbin was the best imagery we could find on Bala Murghab. Needless to say, we all found that a little depressing.

For most of the current war, the valley’s sheer remoteness had shielded it from most of the post-9/11 violence that had engulfed the rest of Afghanistan. Until a few months before our arrival, the area had not even been patrolled by NATO forces.

Pat spoke up. “I was talking to a guy in the 82nd Airborne. He said when they first went up there, the people thought they were Russians.”

“Russians?” Mark asked.

“Yeah, like they thought the 80s war had never ended. They had no idea what was going on elsewhere in country.”

“That’s fucking unbelievable,” said Jay as he took a bite of scrambled eggs.

Pat added, “The guy told me that they had never heard of bin Laden. He and his unit were the first Americans they’d ever seen.”

Heads shook around the table. It sounded like we were rolling into the land that time forgot.

Andy checked his watch. “Rob, Ski—we’ve got that convoy briefing we need to get to.”

We finished up and dumped our trays. The rest of the team headed back to finish loading up the GMVs. Rob, Andy, and I walked over to a large plywood hut to meet the troops we’d roll out with in the morning. The room inside had raised bleachers for seats. We climbed onto them and sat in back, stealing glances at the people gathered for the briefing.

There were too many clean uniforms in this room. Meat eaters can smell their own kind. Andy and Rob—meat eaters. The rest of the room? Not so much. These people had “NOT ESSENTIAL PERSONNEL” practically stamped on their foreheads. Cooks, clerks, headquarters castaways, and slackers, all of whom looked lost and nervous, sat around us. I wondered if they’d even fired their rifles on a range since arriving in country. The bleachers gradually filled up until there were perhaps twenty-five people in the room. I counted three women in the group.

This was not an organic unit from the 82nd. This was a collection of random people thrown together for an ad hoc, temporary assignment to convoy duty. People who haven’t worked together before have no common procedures, contingency plans, or tasking. There’s no telling what the person next to you will do in a scrap. These people weren’t even Marines, so we didn’t even have that in common with them.

This didn’t bode well. At least the convoy commander would iron out some basic procedures and plans during the brief.

A staff sergeant walked in with a second lieutenant in tow. The lieutenant, a slight kid, looked just as lost as the rest of the crowd. He was so young I wondered if he could even legally drink. Not a meat eater.

This is the guy we’re going to have to follow to the middle of nowhere?

The staff sergeant conferred with the lieutenant quietly for a minute, then moved to the front of the room.

“All the way, troopers. This is Lieutenant White,” he said as he gestured to the young lieutenant.

The staff sergeant flipped on a projector, connected a laptop, and started a PowerPoint presentation. It lasted all of about five minutes.

The 82nd Airborne had only sent one other convoy to Bala Murghab. It set out a month before and got ambushed on the way up while the vehicles passed through a small village of mud huts in a valley. The staff sergeant showed us the exact location and walked us through what had taken place. The convoy blew through the ambush and made it to Bala Murghab intact, barely.

Our convoy would use the same exact route. In fact, from Herat, there was only one way to get to Bala Murghab, which meant any Taliban lookouts in the area would have a fairly good idea of where we were going.

The staff sergeant said, “We’ll stop for the night at Qal-e-naw, a small city about ninety klicks northeast. The Spanish have a PRT site (Provincial Reconstruction Team) there near a small airstrip. We’ll fuel up in the morning and make it to FOB Todd by nightfall of day three.”

He continued. “We’ll be escorting a group of tanker trucks with fuel for the FOB. We’ll also have with us some flatbed trucks carrying containers for the MARSOF team”—gesturing toward us. “They’ll all be driven by local national contractors.”

He finished up the brief, and Lieutenant White stepped before the group. In a reedy voice, he said, “Be ready with your gear. Be ready to execute. See you all in the morning.”

As the soldiers got up and headed for the door, Rob and Andy shared worried glances.

“That’s it?” Rob said, incredulous. “You hafta be fucking kidding me.”

The brief had not included a commo plan, any standard operating procedures, no discussion on what to do if we were attacked, nothing about air cover, Quick Reaction Forces, or even where to go to get help if we needed it. There’d been no intelligence component to go over which villages we’d be passing through were friendly or hostile. There’d been nothing on enemy activity along the route. We hadn’t even gone over what our formation would look like. This was no way to do business, especially with the slapped-together crew on this convoy.

At least we’d had our own internal discussion on these things the previous night. No matter what these 82nd Airborne guys ended up doing, at least our team would be on the same page should the situation go to hell. Andy had made sure of that.

We left the briefing room feeling very unsettled. No good can ever come out of lack of preparation and planning. This had all the makings of a first-class disaster. And we had no choice but to be a part of it.

Copyright © 2014 by Michael Golembesky and John R. Bruning

Foreword copyright © 2014 by Fred Galvin


(Continues...)

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Table of Contents

Title Page
Dedication
Epigraph
Contents
Chapters
Author's Notes
Forward
Map
Prologue
Chapter 1 - Camp Stone, Afghanistan
Chapter 2 - Convoy to Nowhere
Chapter 3 - Halloween in Afghanistan
Chapter 4 - Bread Crumbs and Fuel Trucks
Chapter 5 - Welcome to FOB Todd
Chapter 6 - Operation Hero Recovery
Chapter 7 - Recovery Site
Chapter 8 - Cleared Hot
Chapter 9 - Afghan Commandos
Chapter 10 - Further Down the Rabbit Hole
Chapter 11 - Mass Casualty
Chapter 12 - One Way Out
Chapter 13 - Going Home
Chapter 14 - PRO 6 and the Entourage
Chapter 15 - Daneh Pasab, Part I
Chapter 16 - 5 Kill Zone Gauntlet
Chapter 17 - Intel Dump
Chapter 18 - Operation Buongiorno
Chapter 19 - Objective Pathfinder, Day 1
Chapter 20 - Warning Shot
Chapter 21 - First Wave
Chapter 22 - Misery Loves Company
Chapter 23 - This Ends Now
Chapter 24 - Enemy Inside the Wire
Chapter 25 - The Truth Hurts
Chapter 26 - Some Good
Chapter 27 - Exfil
Epilogue
Fallen Heroes
Acknowledgments
Bonus Material
Glossary
About the Authors
Credits
Copyright
About the Publisher

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  • Posted September 4, 2014

    I felt like I was there - it is a real page turner. I've read a

    I felt like I was there - it is a real page turner. I've read a few non-fiction war novels in my time and this is the best on what is going on in Afghanistan and that part of our world. It gave me so much insight into the problems our people fighting these wars so far from home, in a modern age go through. Politicians and higher ups in the military have always interfered with the way military operations are run, but today it hinders any victories these brave warriors can achieve, much more than when communication between higher ups and boots on the ground was much slower. The higher ups have no idea, they are not there fighting and they make decisions based on political correctness. It is hard enough to make decisions when the bullets and bombs are flying around you, but now they often have to wait until the call comes through saying yes or no to an action that can help wipe out the enemy and save American lives. By then it is often too late. This book really opened my eyes to what our fine military fighters have to go through in this time of modern and not so modern weapons. I felt every emotion that these warriors felt and bonded with them. They really have a tough fight
    against an almost invisible enemy and they never really know if the Afghanistan military along side them is going to turn their weapons on them.


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  • Posted September 4, 2014

    I couldn't put this book down and finished it in 2 days. It was

    I couldn't put this book down and finished it in 2 days. It was eye opening and a story that the American people need to know about. I highly recommend getting this book!

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 10, 2014

    Recommended - Semper Fi, Marines who served in Afghanistan

    Thank you, Michael Golembesky (and writer John Bruning) for telling the story of the Marines (and others) who took back a valley controlled by the Taliban that allowed the enemy to smuggle drugs (money maker for them) and arms for fighters in the rest of Afghanistan. It was also a winter resting place. Some truly evil things were done by the Taliban to the people of the valley, including murder of women and children. A reminder of why fighting them was worth doing, although it's not clear the Afghanis can take care of their problem themselves today -- or want to.

    Level Zero refers to the level of danger assigned by the military. Rather like calling Vietnam a cakewalk given the frequent battles, including one where the Marines and some Afghani forces were trapped on top of a hill, pinned down by Taliban fighters. Level Zero indeed.

    For those interested in on-the-ground experience in combat from the individual's point of view, Golembesky's story is engrossing. Hippy-to-marine air controller, he had some difficulty fitting in until he called in air support multiple times when the ground forces really needed the help. I especially appreciated that he shared his thoughts and described his fellow heroes so well.

    The book contains some well-deserved criticism (and thus a touch of revenge) of the ground commander and the U.S. policy at the time, which involved tying the American warriors' hands if there was any chance of civilian casualties (a well-meant but dangerous policy when carried to its extreme, as here) and exposed American plans to the enemy via the local Afghans, who had relatives and allies among the Taliban. The increase in danger to the troops on the ground should make any American angry, even though this story occurred a number of years ago. Those who remember that policy will appreciate how the front-line troops felt about it.

    A great personal story about the Marines and what they encountered in this viciously dangerous territory. I deeply regret the loss of those who died serving their country with such honor.

    P.S. Lucky Taliban pup to find a home in Colorado with Golembesky.

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  • Posted September 20, 2014

    Thrilling book about the US taking over the Bala Murghab Valley

    Thrilling book about the US taking over the Bala Murghab Valley in Afghanistan.  Highlights the dilemma that our armed forces face every day by having to fight with their hands behind their backs.  It kinda got my blood boiling about the handcuffs we put on our service mean as we ask them to fight a war while the enemy takes a no holds bar approach to defeat our troops.  I was shocked!  In any case I read it from start to finish in 2 sittings.  If you like adventure - you're going to love this book about real American Heroes.  

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 20, 2015

    A must read

    I have read several books on the wars in Iraq and Afganistan. This by far is the best book I have read. I finished it in two days, I could not put it down. It is so well writen that it puts you right in the battle with all of the emotions that go with it. Thank you Ski for sharing this with us.

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  • Posted October 11, 2014

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    Avid reader of books about US Marines, and one of my Platoon Ser

    Avid reader of books about US Marines, and one of my Platoon Sergeants wrote a book as well, so it is nice to see books written about what  us Marines do in combat. The movies, and hollywood often don't get it right and michael (ski) nailed it! 

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    Posted September 15, 2014

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