The History of Ninjas

As Mr. Caffeine of Ubisoft would say if he were writing this essay, let’s go back several hundred years or so ago to feudal Japan, deedily-deedily-deedily-I’m-a-fucking-moron-deedily-dee! Okay, so, the place seems pretty cool right? Pretty chill yea? Let’s just say you’re some big land owner guy’s son, your next in line to inherit that shit, and to top it all off, your old man’s like, 100 or something, he’s gonna kick the bucket any day now. But while you’re life may seem pretty awesome by day, just wait until after dark- nighttime in feudal Japan was worse than f-ing Minecraft on crack. And why was that? Because wimpy little rich kids like you were prime targets for quite probably the scariest mother-fuckers this side of little Tokyo that’s why! I’m talking about them goddamn Ninjas brother. 

He's either a ninja or the youngest Black Panther member ever.

Admittedly, in recent times, they have not been cast in a very realistic, let alone favorable light (pretty ironic for people whose entire way of life was dedicated towards staying out of the light), what with the obvious Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, 3 Ninjas, Beverly Hills Ninja, all great movies in their own way, but in no way do they even manage to somewhat capture the horrifying epic-ness of what the real Ninjas were about. First of all, the proper term for ninja is actually shinobi, but really, when a crazy bad-ass masked figure just jumps out of the dark with a super sharp blade that’s probs going straight through your skull, you probably don’t care about anything other than pissing your pants and crying like a little girl. Ninja are so scary, that the Japanese actually believed they descended from some sort of half-man half-bird demon creature, when really, they were just exceptionally terrifying assassins, that formed over time to counter the jocky (yet equally awesome) Samurai, who people all respected, even though a whole bunch of them could be bigger headstrong dickheads than… well… actual jocks I guess. 

HONOR THE WAY OF THE SAMURAI NERRRRRDS!

It is unconfirmed but widely believed this hostile difference between the two warrior classes is actually what inspired the creation of the fantastic film masterpiece, Revenge of the Nerds (look forward to my next essay when I stop playing coy with all the references and just straight up write The History of Revenge of the Nerds). Seriously though, this was not really something to joke about. Imagine your school- okay now give all the jocks swords, and all the nerds amazing cat-like reflexes, assassin training, and super hardcore crazy bladed weaponry. Yea. The only difference is that in your school, the two groups would probably eventually band together to murder the mutual enemy of everyone in the 21^st century- goddamn HIPSTERS. As dicky as everyone was back then in Japan, you didn’t really see any guys out there who were actually big enough pricks to do things ‘ironically’, no, that’s just our generation. Yipee for us. So anyway, ninjas were also known for accepting jobs from just about anyone, unlike the Samurai, who usually worked privately, and were known to be pretty obvious about what they intended to do, because they were all ‘honorable’ or some shit. Now don’t get me wrong, the fable ninja art of ninjutsu also emphasized honor, it just taught to remember there was a difference between being honorable, and acting like a goddamn fool. A prime example being many ninja were actually Samurai before they started hanging out in the shadows and stabbing guys in the spine, and they usually turned to the shinobi lifestyle after something happened while they were Samurai, they were disgraced or something and therefore had to perform the Japanese ritual of seppuku. And no, I’m not talking about the fun little number puzzle game made popular by such delightful enthusiasts and geniuses like Will Shortz, ho ho, no no no, I’m talking about seppuku, which in Japan is basically where, after he’s been disgraced, your average Japanese man will dress up in the ritual robes, get on his knees, and then IMPALE HIMSELF ON HIS OWN SWORD, CUT HIMSELF FROM LEFT TO RIGHT, and after that, he’ll have some dude present to take another sword, AND CHOP OFF THE NOW DISEMBOWLED GUY’S HEAD. Why might he do something like this, you might ask? What would cause a guy to willingly do something like this to himself? He’d been disgraced, which could range from do something like losing to a guy in battle, to forgetting to close the toilet lid after you were finished when you KNEW a woman was present in the house. 

Maybe now you'll remember those goddamn TPS REPORTS BILL!

Yea, and that’s the reason shit got so crazy between US and Japan in WWII, because, as we’ve come to learn, the Japanese are unrivaled in hardcore craziness. Anyway, when a Samurai was told he had to commit seppuku to protect his fucking honor, he basically laughed, said, ‘Screw that!’ and ran off to become a ninja so he could continue to kill the shit out of stuff. Many people called them cowards for stuff like that, but think about it, while some dudes did run off from seppuku because they pussied out, the guys who became ninjas did it because they realized that there were a lot of people in the world, and more importantly a lot of people to kill, so why should they give up on that when A) they were great at killing, and B) not dead? And it’s logic like that that lead to them becoming such a staple-mark in Japanese culture and history. In the early days though, Ninjas didn’t really have any rules. That’s kinda what happens when your entire culture is based off of not being something else (even if that thing is just a douche Samurai), so it wasn’t until some Chinese monks showed up in Japan and taught their warrior ways to the monks and ninjas that the first ninja schools popped and started teaching the now refined ideal of ninjutsu. Before I continue lets just pause for a second yea and take that in- ninja school. There is such a thing as fucking NINJA SCHOOL. 

This is your average class of ninjas. See how many you can spot.

It’s awesome shit like that that really gives me hope in humanity- but that’s for another time I suppose. It all started when this one Samurai named Daisuke Togakure lost in a huge regional battle, so he lost his Samurai title, as well as his sweet ass land- that’s like if America not only didn’t take care of their Vietnam vets, but took their homes and renamed them all Big Loser, and Dumb Fart, and shit like that. Slightly worse than we treat them now. Anyway, so Daisuke was just wandering around in the mountains, pissed off and shit, when he ran into this wandering warrior monk named Kain Doshi. The two developed an instant bromance, and after Daisuke renounced his gay-ass bushido code, the two created the guerilla warrior style of ninjutsu. Daisuke’s kids would go onto make schools teaching this terrifying style, with such classes as How to Creep on Idiots, and How to Make People Crap Their Own Pants in Fear of You, and so on and so forth. The other important part of being a ninja was getting the job done, no matter what the fuck it took to do it. They were like the Postal Service for ass-wuppings- rain or shine, shit was going down, no matter how ‘disgraceful,’ or ‘dishonorable’ their methods were called. Unlike the Samurai, who all dressed in bright colors, and long flowing robes, like they were going to the gay pride parade or something, ninjas dressed in dark colors (usually dark blue- black wasn’t as functional as people like to believe), that could fit to their form, so they could sneak around easier. Ninjas weren’t all guys though- hell naw. Unlike the Samurai, ninjas weren’t interested in a total sausage fest, so they had many women who joined their ranks, but unlike the males, most would dress as seductive dancers and concubines and stuff, so that they could get into strongholds and castles easier, where they would usually end their nights stabbing the horny prince foolish enough to come on to them. Yes, and they also invented the ultimate cock block- get fucking stabbed in the gut. Sadly, while the ninjas arsenal of weaponry did include some pretty kick-ass nut-shriveling terrifying stuff, including swords, bladed staves, and even iron bladed fans (some ‘ol Street Fighter shit), ninjas never actually used throwing stars- no idea who actually came up with them, but damn right?

I guess the technology was just too advanced for them

The ninjas influence in history lasted only a few hundred years, between 1336 and 1600, but in that time accomplished much. Many periods of war existed in that time, with many civil wars, the most famous being the warring states period known as the Onin War, where basically everybody was just duking it out, and Samurai constantly used ninjas to help gain the advantage, which would usually be stolen from them a week later by another ninja, worse yet, the same one in some cases. As the wars faded out though, and the famous warlord daimyo Oda Nobunaga rose to power, he saw the problem with the ninjas, and decided in order to secure his place as massa OG supreme of Japan, they had to go. So he targeted the ninja compounds and strongholds, most notably the popular fortresses at Ida and Koga, wiping out the famous forts, and dealing a heavy blow to the ninjas. They were almost erased from existence, but some continued to survive, and teach ninjutsu to those willing to listen. But in a sad and happy ending, the Edo period finally came, bringing peace to Japan, meaning that the ninja and their ass-kicking ways were no longer necessary. History still remembers them though, their infamous and secretive exploits becoming legend not only to Japan and Asia, but to the World.

Murderers.

The History of Golf

            What is golf? Nowadays, golf is known for its pristine yards of grass, oh-so-delicately trimmed to perfection. It is known for its high standards in appearance, lifestyle, and economic situation. Overall, it’s known for its class, its aristocratic refinery, and the fact that it was created by a nation of people whose second favorite sport was basically glorified boulder chucking. While the official roots of golf still remain rather vague, it is widely accepted that the game was probably invented in Scotland, England’s Canada (Ireland is Mexico).  Recently however, speculation has been brought up that the games roots actually lay in China of all places, where during the Song dynasty, it would have been called chuíwán, and would have been invented 500 years before the rumored invention of golf in Scotland. When you really look into it, it makes a lot of sense; the game was played with 10 clubs, which each had pieces of gold and jade and such inlaid in them, to tell them apart, making it basically a classic example of a rich person sport (despite the fact that the putting portion of the game seems perfect for the poor, what with their skills in sweeping floors). Still, there’s a lot more info about it coming from Scotland, so, if only for the sake of the essay (and because I’m a little racist), I’m going to say the Scots invented it, and besides, as everybody knows, it’s best not to insult a Scotsman. Their entire culture basically centers around their people being huge.

But COME ON! It's like they're TRYING to make us laugh at them!

It's pretty easy to understand how the game probably got started though- so it's 15^th century Scotland, a bunch of Scottish dudes were just hanging out in the fields, not at their jobs for some reason, then they just kinda started hitting rocks with sticks, and then, I guess, they dug a ridiculously small hole for them to hit into, and, uh... wow I actually have NO idea what compelled them to do all this. I mean I'm reading this back to myself, and I hate to sound mean, but it's like I'm describing the day-to-day actions of the monkeys at the zoo, minus the feces throwing.  But apparently dicking around in a field with some rocks and sticks was pretty popular back then (unsurprisingly), so a lot of people ended up neglecting their chores and duties, or just flat out not going to work many days, and just going to go play golf with the boys. And this was before it was even called golf! Before golf was even invented, people were already ditching out on work to play it! Except the work they were supposed to be doing at the time was actually pretty important- Scotland was on the verge of war with England, and King James II seriously needed the army to be in shape to fight, not to swing clubs around like cavemen or some garbage. 

A reenactment of the invention of golf.

So in 1457 golf and soccer were banned, rather understandably actually. Some golfing buffs out there (what few there are), might view this as just another instance of ‘the man’ stepping down on them, but these guys were frikkin’ leaving army training to go play golf! That’s like if a police officer didn’t respond to your 911 call for rape, so he could play Angry Birds. Of course these guys didn't follow the new law- hell, they didn't even seem to recognize it existed. It was reaffirmed TWICE in 1470 and later in 1491, and finally just dropped in 1502, not that it even really mattered. By that point even the king was off clubbing stones into holes, while a few hundred thousand miles away Italian philosophers were discovering the mysteries of the universe through culture and science (just to give some well-needed perspective).

Whatever. Da Vinci was nerd anyway.

Somehow King Charles I of England found out about it though, and promptly set about to stealing it from the Scottish, mostly because the only people he’d be pissing off were some asinine peasants who looked and acted like they were the friggin missing link. Mary Queen of Scots (who was actually French, but whatever European monarchial system) found out about the sport as well, and because France loved to dickride on England’s imperial nuts back then, began getting France to play golf too, not to say they didn’t also contribute to the sport in their own Frenchy way. Apparently the French men who played the sport were so girly that whenever they played, they paid men to come with them, who weren’t insecure weaklings, called cadets, to carry the player’s clubs, which eventually evolved into the now popular caddie.

Hi, I'm Rob, and I'll be carrying your clubs today bitch.

So this ridiculous sport, invented by a bunch of illiterate caveman-looking dudes in the middle of a friggin sheep pasture, somehow became one of the most popular sports in two different empires, one of which was so fancy that it actually had regular times in the day where it's people would throw down whatever they were doing to drink TEA. However, the British got their just desserts, so to speak, for taking the sports from the Scots, when in 1641, on the course of Leith near Edinburgh, King Charles I was just chilling out, putting some balls, when he was all of a sudden informed of the Irish Rebellion, and that no, he couldn't finish this hole, there were over a thousand drunken red-heads currently rioting all over the country. But just in case the King wrote that little fiasco down as a coincidence, karma made sure to express deliver her second bitch slap, in the form of two English noblemen getting their rear ends personally served to them by the Duke of York, and George Patterson, who were playing for Scotland in the first international golf tournament of 1682. Much later, in 1744, the first golf club (by which I mean group of people. For some reason the creators didn't consider the numerous comical misunderstandings that calling themselves a club would create in a sport where swinging a club was literally the ONLY THING YOU DID, but whatever) was created, called the Gentlemen Golfers of Leith (NO GURLS ALLOWED), in order to bring golfers together for an annual competition, where the prize was a silver golf club, which was also assured to drive the ladies wild. One member, Duncan Forbes, who was tired of the constant cheating he saw on the field, decided that after about 300 years of existence and massive popularity in three different landmasses, that the sport of golf finally deserved a list of rules (oh yea, did I forget to mention earlier? This totally respectable sport [sarcasm] didn't even have a set of rules until this one neurotic got his panties in a twist). Many of the rules seem useful, and understandable, but then there the few that just make me wonder what exactly was going on back in 18^th century Scotland, specifically:

Your tee must be on the ground.

As opposed to…? What? In the air? On the water? Between the cracks of some dudes ass? And this happened commonly enough that you actually needed to make a goddamn rule against it? This needed to be enforced? And it wasn’t even like one of the end rules either, you weren’t exactly running out of ideas; this was the second rule on the list! Right after telling everybody they had to tee their ball within one clubs length of the hole, you felt it necessary to drop this little nugget of obviousness on them.

At holeing you are to play your ball honestly for the hole, and not to play upon your adversary's ball, not lying in your way to the hole.

You actually made a rule against cheating. Good luck with that one.

If you draw your club in order to strike and proceed so far in the stroke as to be bringing down your club; if then your club shall break in any way, it is to be accounted a stroke.

I like to imagine after you read this out to the guys, every single muscle bound douche bag present just looked around and said the in the smarmiest voice possible, “Guess I’ll be getting a lot of strokes from now on, eh boys? Clubs just can’t handle this!”

After many years, Forbes rules started to become formally accepted in the golfing world, and in 1764, the first 18 hole course was constructed, which would go on to become the norm for the sport. A little more than a hundred years later, the first women’s golf club was created on the course, to the displeasure of every guy in the 19^th century who hated women (all of them), and to the extreme perplexity of the top scientists of the time, who were still under the belief that women could not play golf, which has obviously been proven false (however, this would later lead to research on the theory that women might actually have the ability to fart, which is still unconfirmed). 

"But it's impossible! How could they hold it in for so long?!"

As time passed, and the Industrial revolution industrially revolutionized the world, the mass production of golfing equipment made the game of golf no longer just a sport to be played by actual professional players, but your average middle-class family, who finally had a place to vent their pent up anger and frustration on being born over 100 years before the I-phone made everything awesome. The rich, despite having their sport invaded by people who probably didn’t even have one diamond studded gold toilet to their name, kept their chins up, and retained the class and elegance of golf, by making golf club membership rules more socially repressive and strict than the people from Dirty Dancing. And so, time passed, and golf grew even more in the world, with golf clubs evolving and growing, leading to such international tournaments as the British Open, the PGA tour, and many more. And the players have evolved as well- despite recent allegations against his character (A whole cell phone full of ‘em), African American Tiger Woods is still regarded as a phenomenal star of the sport, and being a half-black man in a position of white power, one of the first omens of the coming of THE OBAMA. Golf’s crowning moment however came in 1900, when it was officially proclaimed as a global sport, and was played at the Olympics that year, truly cementing it as a fantastic pastime that still tests and challenges the devotion and skill of the men and women who love to play it today.

Fuck.

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The History of SEAL Team Six

James Bond gets the job done with spy gadgets, and seducing women, the team from M.A.S.H. gets it done by being hilarious, and lighthearted, and G.I. Joe gets it done with (probably) steroids. But in the real world, when real serious UHMERICAN badasses want you dead, forget about even having time to pack your bags for Mexico, because chances are before you're even done, they'll have landed a battle Helicopter on your wimpy-ass Prius, and blasted open your door without the slightest consideration for how the landlord's gonna handle it ('cause thy don't give a FUCK). Say hello to SEAL Team 6. These guys are the real deal, and I know y'all were expecting an essay on video games this week, but it seemed only fitting that an essay on them should just blast through unexpectedly instead, seeing as how most of their mission plans involve such action.

If this guy was on Team Six, he wouldn't be using a parachute.

These are the guys who killed Bin Laden (dick), and have been the go-to-guys for counter-terrorist reconnaissance missions since their formation in 1980, in the middle of the Iran Hostage Crisis. It was shortly after the failure of Operation Eagle Claw one of the representatives for TAT (Terrorist Action Team), Richard Marcinko, decided, “You know what? Terrorists suck, and I'm tired of this 'hostage' bullshit,” which lead him to (with permission from the US Navy) create his own full-time team of terrorist hating badasses, who wanted nothing more than to wring the necks of every dick out there who thought it was somehow okay to endanger the lives of innocent civilians. Marcinko was named first commanding officer over this new unit, and given complete control over its design and formation. At the time, there were only two SEAL teams, including Marcinko's, and because two is the third least intimidating number in the world (next to zero and one), he decided to pull a mindfuck, and name his new unit SEAL team six, to make all those smart-ass Soviets who were spying all up on the US think there were even more nut-droppingly scary SEAL teams than actually existed. But if even Seal team six was going to exist, Marcinko was going to need some men, and not just any men, men who had expert combat experience, thorough language skills, as well as, and I shit you not, a different SEAL skill set each man could bring to the group, such as demolitions, hand-to-hand combat, computer hacking, etc.

Watch out- his awesome beard looks like it wants to kill you.

The names of the men recruited were obviously never released to the American public (maybe if you normies try reeeeal hard they'll tell you what brand underwear they wear. MAYBE), as well as high ranking officials in Washington, many of whom didn't even know the team existed. I do like to imagine they were all given nicknames though, specifically Ace, Bruiser, Hotshot, Stir-Fry, Egg Head, 8-Ball, Duke, Twitchy- just to name a few of my favorites. After he had nabbed some of the top operatives other SEAL units had to offer, Marcinko got to work whipping those boys into shape, since he had to create the most elite, secretive, unstoppable, hardcore group of warriors to ever exist in about six goddamn months. HALF A YEAR. If you want to visualize how mind-numbingly impossible their training must have been, then just imagine the routine from the first Rocky movie. Okay, now imagine every five steps he has to do 20 push-ups. Now imagine he has to shoot at far away targets for every time he blinks. Now imagine for every bead of sweat he has, he has to carry a 5 pound stone. Now imagine every time he passes a stop sign, he has to fight a bear. Blindfolded. One former team member stated that all together, the amount of ammo they used in one year was more than the entire Marine Corps. Of the average enlistment classes that still try to join, usually half fail, and won't even be admitted to basic training, probably on account of the fact that even that has a history of serious injuries, not to mention death (usually in the freefalling paratrooper section). 

Even Master Chief didn't make it the first time he tried out

This is one of the other reasons the gov't can't talk about what the team does- if the public knew about stuff like this, literally every single fat kid in the country would collectively shit their pants. The men on this team routinely go through unbelievable torture, with no credit ever given to them, either because they love the hell out of this country, or because being badass just means you can't physically stop yourself from being awesome. Marcinko served as commanding officer for three more years before he left and was replaced by Robert A. Gormly, who was in turn replaced by Thomas E. Murphy in '86, which didn't last too long after the team was disbanded in '87, and brought back together the exact same year under the new title 'Naval Special Warfare Development Group' or just DEVGRU for short (though they were still informally known as team six to everybody involved). And in case you hadn’t already figured it out, what with your pea-sized and non-ass-kicking brain and all, team six- they were GOOD. REALLY GOOD. They were the kind of guys who saved lives just for the heck of it, just a fun outing with the boys, y’know? They started out primarily as naval command units, working on cases that concerned or were in close proximity to open waters. Over time however, as they became recognized as the universal symbol for what it meant to have serious balls, this changed, and they just started doing missions anywhere they pleased, probs because the ocean (which covers 70% of the world) just ain’t big enough for some hombres, and especially not the hombres of SEAL team six. Sadly, despite being awesome in every sense of the word, nobody on the team is allowed to marry. Really, they kinda aren’t allowed to get in any sort of relationship outside of their family, not by military orders obviously, more from just common sense. If terrorists found out that the possible death of one broad could potentially get the SEAL soldier they’ve just captured spill the beans, don’t you think they’d take advantage of that? Not to mention, as we all know, one bad fight could lead to little miss blabbermouth running all over the news (like with stupid rappers- or rapists. Two horrible people someone as boss as a Navy SEAL should never be compared to), and just releasing his identity to literally every asshole on the block with a bomb and a hatred for UHmerica. All that other hard shit was bad enough, but now the greatest people on the face of the earth can’t pick up chicks- they’re some temptation resisting gods. Then again, maybe its best if they don’t try the dating game, just imagine their e-harmony page, hard to think of any women’s shared interests being swimming several miles with their hands and feet bound behind their back. And you should be thankful really, ‘cus the second they go on the market, any chance you had of picking up girls just gets shot down like one of the thousand or so terrorists these guys save the world from all the time. Take for instance one of their more famous missions- and probs the most hardcore nuts-to-the-wall war story you will ever hear. Operation Urgent Fury (as in shit needed to get real, URGENTLY), conducted on October 25, 1983, was the US invasion of the small island nation of Grenada, and involved the covert actions of SEAL team six.

Grenada's only weakness: Parachutes. And bullets.

Now admittedly, I don’t necessarily agree with a lot of the invasions the Reagan administration went through with, but in this case, the fight was more than justified. The communist overthrow of the Grenada gov’t by the island’s military force had caused deep concern in the neighboring Caribbean islands, and caused even more concern in Washington D.C. mostly on account of the fact that just about 1,000 US medical students were being kept their against their will, which not only went against the ideals of communism really, but also the Bro Code, article 7-C, section 18. Look it up. Anyway, Reagan and the gang knew this dick move had gone too far, and so they cracked their knuckles, and called in the troops. SEAL team six were to act outside of the regular units deployed into battle, and were assigned two almost impossible secret missions, that both sounded like objectives in COD: protect Governor-General Paul Scoon and his family, and escort them out of the fighting zone, and then find, capture, and secure the Grenada military radio station, so they couldn’t broadcast orders to each other, and call in reinforcements (like wimps). Well before they were even assigned their first mission, the team was completely butt-fucked by the weather.  A huge storm had broken out on the Grenada coast, causing high gale winds and waves the size of Joel McHale’s forehead, which screwed the plans to have the team static-line dropped onto boats from military helicopters under the cover of night. Not only did several of the boats get completely lost, but four of the eight SEALs sent in were completely lost during the drop, just because Poseidon was such an insecure girl, and couldn’t handle how much more hardcore the guys were than him, so he decided to throw a huge hissyfit, and only make things worse. Luckily for everybody involved, team six didn’t care if seven out of eight of them had been lost at sea, they had worked too damn hard to just up and quit before they had even reached the damn island. So with their team now cut down to half its original size, the SEALs were told to wait and prepare for their first mission in the morning, where they were flown to the governors mansion while under some serious fire, and zip lined to the ground. They then proceeded to sneak in the back of the mansion, where they found Scoon hiding out, probably psyched to see he was personally being saved by the closest thing to superheroes the world had ever seen. The SEALS then set up a perimeter after hiding the governor and his family in a safer spot in the house, and commenced with showing any of the stupid idiots who felt like dicking around with the Scoons what it meant to personally get your ass handed to you. Fort the rest of the day, they fended off any incoming fire on the house, notable moments in their tirade involving three dudes dressed in Cuban military uniforms trying to roll-up on the house with some AK-47’s and promptly getting shot down by the SEALs after an overly courteous warning to stop (guess what: they didn’t). Then some crazy-ass tank shows up, and after one look at team six, proceeded to roll the hell out, because it at least was one of the few tanks that knew not to pick fights with guys that would one day take out the most evil man in the world (Bin Laden [dick]).

At least they didn't have to deal with Team Six

When morning finally came again, the SEALs had basically taken out an entire army and were only stopped when the stupid air support finally decided to show up, and get the Scoons out of there. But the team still had that radio station to take out, so they hopped in a Black Hawk, and with the aid of Assault Team Three, ran in, fucked shit up, and took over the radio station. Even Emeril was too stunned to shout “BAM!” In the process however, they had lost contact with SEAL HQ, and while they labored to make contact, a big ass-tank with about 20 disguised soldiers were trying to creep up on the building, armed. The team tried to tell them to just buzz off, but apparently every one of those soldiers had been dropped on their head as children because they instead decided to just start shooting up the place. They were taken out almost instantly, but were followed by yet another tank as well as three different trucks. The SEALs were taking some heavy assault, and while this itself would never have been enough to make them quit, they were losing a lot of ammo, and so had to go through with Plan B: they destroyed the radio-transmitter (probably by just punching it into oblivion), and then took their pre-planned escape route. What was their pre-planned escape route? A bare-ass open field that was defenseless to fire by literally every Grenadian soldier there, but at the same time was the team’s only chance at getting to the ocean. So they decided to leapfrog it across the field (for you dimwits who don’t know what leapfrogging in the military is, it’s when a team is divided in two, where half take one side faced toward the enemy and shoot while moving, and the other side tries to conserve their ammo and keep behind the other half, and they switch periodically until they reach their goal), which was dangerous enough, until you consider the fact that there were only FOUR of these guys. So two guys would be shooting at a small army of soldiers at a time, while they hauled ass across an open field, and guess what? THEY SURVIVED. If team six had to have an animal equivalent, it would have to be the honey badger, because both have pretty unintimidating names, and yet both are quite honestly the most badass creatures on the face of mother earth. 

So to sum it up, SEAL team six is what every human on the planet should strive to be a part of; they are the peak of human perfection, and are so cool, Jack Bauer probably has wet dreams of them. In the words of Epic Mealtime: Team six hater! F-(bird sound)-ing SMART.

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