The wardroom, where the officers eat, was set up like an operating room by Doc Hill. This was where he would deal with any injured SEALs. Now, here’s the thing: almost none of these preparations had happened because of my orders. They happened because someone on the crew thought, “Hey, those guys are going to be wet. They’re going to be cold. They’re going to be hungry. They might be injured. And we should get ready for them.” My crew didn’t wait for orders. They just did what needed to be done and informed the appropriate personnel. It was leader-leader all the way.
