Right before Christmas I received confirmation that my next book Among Heroes was approved by the DOD for publication (with some minor redactions).
This book is by far the best work John and I have done together. The process was incredibly challenging and therapeutic at the same time. How do you write a book about all your hero friends who gave their lives in service of this great country? Well, it was tough as hell but I feel that this book will be an inspiration to any and all who read it, and my friends deserve that.
Enjoy and excerpt from Chapter 5 below, you’ll get to meet Chris Campbell in the process.
Brandon
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Chapter 5
Excerpt
I met Chris Campbell when he rolled into my BUD/S class in 1997. Chris was living proof that you cannot judge a book by its cover. He stood about five-seven, one of the smallest guys in our class, and weighed maybe 140 sopping wet. The instructors called him “Campbell’s Soup,” because he always had a smile on his face, like the happy cartoon kid on the soup can. No matter how much shit they threw at him, it wouldn’t stick. Chris was afraid of nothing, never lost his temper, and nothing could faze him. You just could not get this guy down.
One night during second phase (this was after making it through Hell Week in first phase), we were winding down for the night when one of our instructors screeched into the parking lot, braked his car on a crazy angle, and got out, leaving his headlights on. We heard him outside telling the other instructors, “Go home, you guys. I’ve got this.” Instructor Weber, as we could clearly hear from his slurred speech, was piss-drunk. He was going through a divorce at the time, and he was not a happy man. What was more, he was prepared to share that state generously with the rest of us.
Instructor Weber walked into the building and started laying into the class, yelling at us, hosing us down, and subjecting us to various forms of punishment. As he stood regarding the group, his head swiveling slowly left to right like a tank gun, his eyes lit on me. I didn’t know what was going on behind those reddened eyes, but whatever it was, it wasn’t good.
“Hey, Webb,” he growled. “So you got time to go grab a dry shirt? Fuck you.” That was when I knew I was in for some trouble.
Somehow Instructor Weber knew I’d had a dry T-shirt on earlier that night. In fact, when we suited up in our wetsuits to go out into the surf, I never wore a T-shirt underneath like everyone else did. (I never understood this. I mean, why bother? It just gets wet!) I’d do my dive, take my wetsuit off, put my dry T-shirt on, and then everyone would be standing around in wet T-shirts except me. This little luxury I allowed myself had just come back to bite me in the ass.
Nearby stood a large tank of clean, freezing cold water that we’d use to wash the sand and salt water off our gear and regulators after being in the ocean—the dip tank. Weber glared at me emptily, then swiveled his tank-gun gaze over and looked at Chris. Then over at the dip tank. Then back at us. I could see the words forming in his brain before he hacked them up and coughed them at us.
“Webb! Campbell! In the dip tank!”
Whatever infraction Chris had committed that earned his being in there with me, I don’t remember or never knew in the first place. But there we were, up to our necks in freezing-cold water, watching the rest of the class doing push-ups and eight-count bodybuilders while Weber talked. And talked. The guy went on and on: what shits we were, how miserable this class was, how we’d never make it to third phase, what an embarrassment we presented. Soon he was getting circular. Oh, God, I thought, when is this going to be over? I was positive that death from hypothermia was only minutes away. I couldn’t imagine being more miserable. I felt so sorry for myself.
And then I glanced over at Campbell.
His teeth were chattering so hard they sounded like they were going to rattle right out of his head—rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat, like a chipmunk machine gun. And he had this big shit-eating grin on his face. I did a literal double-take and wondered whether I was hallucinating. What the hell would he have to be so happy about? Yet there it was, that classic Campbell grin plastered on his mug—and so help me, I was grinning back.
It occurred to me then how ridiculous we both looked. And how inane Instructor Weber’s endless rant sounded. And how absurd the whole situation was. And then Chris and I were both laughing—at our own misery and everything about it.
That moment was perfect Campbell. And he had that effect on everyone. No matter what was going on, no matter how bad the situation got, things always seemed easier when Chris was around. Everyone liked him. How could you not?
I heard a story about Chris from Randy Kelley (the same Randy Kelley who later helped me out when I was launching the Wind Zero effort). Randy and Chris were teammates in the BUD/S class before mine, before Chris got rolled. During Hell Week there’s an exercise we call Around the World, where you go out onto the ocean in the middle of the night and paddle around Coronado Island. This is essentially an endurance contest, an all-night affair that runs from the early evening through dawn the next day. On this occasion it was deep in the middle of the night, they’d been out there paddling in the frigid Pacific for hours, and everyone was starting to pass out from the cold and lack of sleep. Randy had grown up going to a Baptist church, and at that moment the tune of an old Baptist hymn popped into his mind. Desperate to keep himself awake, he started humming it.
Suddenly Randy heard another voice harmonizing with his. Chris had joined in, and not only that, he was singing the words. Randy looked over at Chris. They both laughed, then started in again, singing this old hymn together. The other guys on the boat groaned and said, “Jesus, you guys.” Which only made them laugh harder—and keep on singing.
It turned out Chris and Randy had both grown up in North Carolina. They hit it off and stuck together from that point on, even after Chris rolled out of that BUD/S class and into the next. After BUD/S they both went on to Team Five and ended up in the same platoon, where they became inseparable.
Chris had joined the SEALs in large part because he wanted to get out of North Carolina and see the world. He and Randy both loved the outdoors, and whenever the platoon arrived at a new location, if it was possible to camp out, they would take that option over a hotel room. While the other guys would go out partying, Chris and Randy would go exploring—on safari, diving, hiking, whatever. For the next four years, through two platoons, they did this all around the world.
A devoted photographer, Chris always had a camera with him, taking pictures of anything and everything. The others would ride him for what seemed like stupid things to snap pictures of at the time. But when they’d get back home and look at the photos he’d taken, they would turn out to be amazing shots. The dude had an eye; that was for sure. In fact, the thing Randy noticed most about Campbell was his capacity to appreciate the beauty of whatever was going on, to be at home wherever he was. No matter where here was at the moment, he never seemed to want to be anywhere else.
“What’s special about Chris,” said Randy, “is not that he’s larger than life. It’s kind of like, he is life.”
Chris’s progress through SEAL training was not an easy time for him. In fact, in those early years it almost seemed like he had to work extra hard just to keep up.
Near the end of third phase in BUD/S, we were doing a final land-navigation exercise up at Camp Pendleton. Land nav was tough. We were out in the mountains through the freezing nights, snow on the ground. We didn’t get much sleep. Most of land nav we went through in groups, but this final exercise dissolved the squads. Now it was every man for himself. The air crackled with tension. We all knew that if we didn’t pass, we didn’t graduate.
The exercise was a combination of survival skills and navigation/reconnaissance skills. The instructors had planted a series of navigation points distributed across the countryside, spanning a number of mountains. We had to hit each point in the right sequence, almost like a survivalist scavenger hunt. At each point there was an ammo box with a unique code inside that we had to radio in along with our coordinates before moving on to the next.
In the middle of the night, I ran into Chris. He looked disheveled and frazzled.
“Hey, man,” I said, “what’s going on?”
He jerked his head in my direction and stared at me. “I just realized, this isn’t my point! I’m not supposed to be on this hill!” He pointed to a mountain about two miles away. “I’m supposed to be on that hill!” And he went staggering off in the other direction.
Oh, man, I thought. Campbell is fucked. And he almost was. He nearly flunked out of BUD/S on that land nav. The next morning I checked in with him to see how he’d done. He’d made all his points, all right, but in the process he’d gotten a severe case of poison oak. The poor guy was covered with it. Anyone else would have been in utter misery. Not Campbell. There he was, lying on a rolled-out mat on the ground, covered head to toe with that ugly red, burning rash, grinning and laughing at some joke.
If you’d been a betting man and you were around when Chris was going through those early years of training, your money probably would not have been on his being the guy who would go on to become an outstanding operator. His spirit was Teflon, but this SEAL stuff did not come easy for him.
Not long after 9/11, Chris and Randy’s platoon went into a given location in the Middle East to assess possible access points, in case it proved impossible to airdrop forces directly into landlocked Afghanistan. Randy was the platoon’s leading petty officer, so it was his responsibility to make sure everyone had all the right gear. After they finished their surveys and were preparing to pull out, Chris approached him on the beach. “Hey, Randy,” he said. “I, well … I lost my gun.”
“No way,” Randy said. That wasn’t possible. For a SEAL, there are few infractions as catastrophic as losing your gun. We would always, always have our sidearms strapped in, and we would always, always lanyard our guns, especially when we were going in the ocean.
Chris showed Randy his holster. No gun.
“Tell me you lost it somewhere here, right?” said Randy, gesturing up and down the stretch of beach.
Chris hung his head. “No, man. It’s nowhere on the beach. It’s gotta be in the ocean somewhere.”
Even aside from being a SEAL, Chris was an avid outdoorsman who had always loved the ocean. He would spend hours surfing the waves. The ocean was like his home. This was the last guy in the world you’d think would be unprepared for an op in the water. But the gun was gone.
There was nothing Randy could do to help Chris out here. As LPO he had to tell the platoon commander. He did. The commander went ballistic.
They spent the next six hours diving in the surf, trying to find that gun, until the sun went down and the boats came in to take them back to their ship.
Chris was on kitchen duty on the ship for the next two weeks. That may sound like light punishment, but let me explain something: SEALs are never on kitchen duty. It just doesn’t happen. There may be several hundred crew members, sailors, Marines, and others on a ship—and a few dozen SEALs, who are regarded as being in a class by themselves. I’ve seen high-ranking officers step aside and let a teams guy through when they see that trident. Kitchen duty? You must be kidding. It was unspeakably humiliating for Chris.
It also became a defining moment for his career. He felt he’d let everyone down—and it drove him to double his effort to become an outstanding performer. Which was exactly what he did. Not long after the lost-gun episode, Chris went on to Green Team, which is to top-tier operations what BUD/S is to the SEALs. It is one ball-busting tryout, and more than half who start don’t make it through.
Including Chris. He failed out of Green Team.
And then something amazing happened: They kept him around.
It’s hard to convey just how rare this is. When you fail out of Green Team, you fail out—emphasis on the word out. In that way Green Team is not like BUD/S: You don’t get a second try. And you don’t stick around, either; you are sent back to your regular SEAL team, where you resume your career. You do not pass Go or move around the board again. Incredibly, though, they let Chris stay. His instructors gave him a temporary billet somewhere at their command, doing boring administrative and support tasks. Basically, being a whipping boy. But still: They let him stay.
Why? Because of that Chris Campbell attitude. They could see he was dead serious and very conscientious and at the same time completely humble, both about himself and his job. They couldn’t help it; they just liked him.
And he worked his ass off. After about a year of this he went back through Green Team a second time. This time he made it. As an outstanding operator, he became part of incredibly exacting and dangerous missions that you and I have never read about in the papers or heard about on CNN, and never will.
Ordering the book early helps in a very important way, it counts towards week one sales, and ensures that the book makes it onto the New York Times bestseller list. I’d like nothing better then to call up the families of these men and let them know we made the bestseller list in the first week, and you can help make that happen. I look forward to meeting everyone on my book tour in May.
Pre-order at a discounted rate by clicking here.
Thank you,
Brandon
DonnaDiehl
Cant wait for the “Rest of the Story”
DonnaDiehl
Cant wait for the “Rest of the Story”
Shortstack
You have a very good “hook” Brandon.
Shortstack
You have a very good “hook” Brandon.
NancyB1
I’m excited to read much more!
NancyB1
I’m excited to read much more!
amck6803
I am well aware that I do not possess the will and persona that you, your teammates or the men who’s stories you tell have or had, but hearing these stories will always motivate me to do better. To be better. I do not read them because I am some wanna be hard ass. I read them all because I am reminded and inspired to be better. As a civilian, these books and blogs are not “war stories” to me . They are constant reminders that although we are not all superhuman we can all be much more. Thank you. Regardless of opinions from keyboard tough guys or your own communities opinions please continue sharing with people like me. It helps to remind myself and my family how fortunate we are for what we have…and why we have it.
amck6803
I am well aware that I do not possess the will and persona that you, your teammates or the men who’s stories you tell have or had, but hearing these stories will always motivate me to do better. To be better. I do not read them because I am some wanna be hard ass. I read them all because I am reminded and inspired to be better. As a civilian, these books and blogs are not “war stories” to me . They are constant reminders that although we are not all superhuman we can all be much more. Thank you. Regardless of opinions from keyboard tough guys or your own communities opinions please continue sharing with people like me. It helps to remind myself and my family how fortunate we are for what we have…and why we have it.
BrandonWebb
amck6803 Thanks for the support.
BrandonWebb
amck6803 Thanks for the support.
BrandonWebb
Shortstack Thank you!
BrandonWebb
Shortstack Thank you!
BrandonWebb
DonnaDiehl It’s coming, late May.
BrandonWebb
DonnaDiehl It’s coming, late May.
BrandonWebb
NancyB1 Thanks Nancy.
BrandonWebb
NancyB1 Thanks Nancy.
AllenMcKillipsJr
Heard you on Andrew Wilkow’s show and am going to pre-order your book. How do I get the copy autographed? I have great respect for you guys and what you do for us.
AllenMcKillipsJr
Heard you on Andrew Wilkow’s show and am going to pre-order your book. How do I get the copy autographed? I have great respect for you guys and what you do for us.
mashdoc
Clicked above. Keep on truckin’, Brandon. Need more articulate lit from you, Jack, et.al. Now’s the time to reinforce reality…if the France massacre hasn’t already.
mashdoc
Clicked above. Keep on truckin’, Brandon. Need more articulate lit from you, Jack, et.al. Now’s the time to reinforce reality…if the France massacre hasn’t already.
ERRN1972
Brandon, can’t wait to read it. I pre-ordered the book some time ago and now just waiting for the release date and it will be delivered to my Kindle. If it is half as good as Red Circle, it will be a best seller. Thanks for letting us get to know and appreciate your friends by telling their stories. May they never be forgotten.
ERRN1972
Brandon, can’t wait to read it. I pre-ordered the book some time ago and now just waiting for the release date and it will be delivered to my Kindle. If it is half as good as Red Circle, it will be a best seller. Thanks for letting us get to know and appreciate your friends by telling their stories. May they never be forgotten.
MichaelBrennan
Brandon, I see much past tense in the conversation. Unfortunately does that mean Chris is no longer with us?
MichaelBrennan
Brandon, I see much past tense in the conversation. Unfortunately does that mean Chris is no longer with us?
KyleBabcock
Ordered Chief.
Also, is there a way to either get my copy of The Red Circle signed or purchase a signed copy?
KyleBabcock
Ordered Chief.
Also, is there a way to either get my copy of The Red Circle signed or purchase a signed copy?
MikeWC77
@MichealBrennan, see Extortion17.
MikeWC77
@MichealBrennan, see Extortion17.
lfisher4949
Brandon,
I just preordered and I can’t wait. You always write a down to earth, stunning story that has me sitting on the edge of my seat, doing a hoora,,digging in my klennex box, laughing and learning so much about the warriors that protect us, thank you.
God bless.
~ Lori~
lfisher4949
Brandon,
I just preordered and I can’t wait. You always write a down to earth, stunning story that has me sitting on the edge of my seat, doing a hoora,,digging in my klennex box, laughing and learning so much about the warriors that protect us, thank you.
God bless.
~ Lori~
BrandonWebb
KyleBabcock Yes, watch this site on May 26th. Thanks, BW
BrandonWebb
KyleBabcock Yes, watch this site on May 26th. Thanks, BW
BrandonWebb
MichaelBrennan Yes
BrandonWebb
MichaelBrennan Yes
BrandonWebb
ERRN1972 This book is as good or better IMO.
BrandonWebb
ERRN1972 This book is as good or better IMO.
BrandonWebb
AllenMcKillipsJr Pre-order the book, save proof and watch this site on the 26th.
BrandonWebb
AllenMcKillipsJr Pre-order the book, save proof and watch this site on the 26th.
BrandonWebb
amck6803 Thank you
BrandonWebb
amck6803 Thank you
BrandonWebb
lfisher4949 Thank you
BrandonWebb
lfisher4949 Thank you
BrandonWebb
mashdoc Thank you.
BrandonWebb
mashdoc Thank you.
AllenMcKillipsJr
BrandonWebb AllenMcKillipsJr Thank you sir. I will keep an eye out for further info.
AllenMcKillipsJr
BrandonWebb AllenMcKillipsJr Thank you sir. I will keep an eye out for further info.
seananthony
I heard you on Wilkow. If I pre-order, how can I get it signed? It would be a real honor to have a signed copy.
seananthony
I heard you on Wilkow. If I pre-order, how can I get it signed? It would be a real honor to have a signed copy.
Whiskers
Hi Brandon – Hope all is good – I told my friends about your upcoming book signing NYC Barnes & Noble May 27th – will be there – Look forward to reading the book –
Best,
Mark Fields
Whiskers
Hi Brandon – Hope all is good – I told my friends about your upcoming book signing NYC Barnes & Noble May 27th – will be there – Look forward to reading the book –
Best,
Mark Fields
Kmp4087
I and a few other widows are not super thrilled that you chose to not only not ask permission on writing about our husbands’ and include our personal pictures. I have those at my house and am unsure how they came into your posession. What you wrote about my husband was atleast an attempt to pay hommage but if you truly knew the humility of the man, you would have never put him in a book to fill your pockets. This is both disgraceful to the men you wrote about and to the trident that was once on your chest.
Kmp4087
I and a few other widows are not super thrilled that you chose to not only not ask permission on writing about our husbands’ and include our personal pictures. I have those at my house and am unsure how they came into your posession. What you wrote about my husband was atleast an attempt to pay hommage but if you truly knew the humility of the man, you would have never put him in a book to fill your pockets. This is both disgraceful to the men you wrote about and to the trident that was once on your chest.
mashdoc
Ma’am, you and your family and your courageous husband have my most profound respect. I never had the honor of meeting your husband.
But I was in Saigon in 1970, 3rd Field Hosp, and never did I treat or operate on more humble warriors than UDTs, SEAL pups and Delta. These kids, and I was a kid too, never thought about filling their pockets with $$$.
We were more interested in our buds, our team and saving our own butts.
And in my humble opinion again, I don’t believe that Brandon is primarily interested in filling his pockets.
Just an old vet’s opinion.
Blessings.
mashdoc
Ma’am, you and your family and your courageous husband have my most profound respect. I never had the honor of meeting your husband.
But I was in Saigon in 1970, 3rd Field Hosp, and never did I treat or operate on more humble warriors than UDTs, SEAL pups and Delta. These kids, and I was a kid too, never thought about filling their pockets with $$$.
We were more interested in our buds, our team and saving our own butts.
And in my humble opinion again, I don’t believe that Brandon is primarily interested in filling his pockets.
Just an old vet’s opinion.
Blessings.
Kmp4087
Sir, I am not discounting what you did for our military, thank you for your service. That being said, I have no interest in your opinion or that of anyone else that doesn’t truly know or comprehend the depth of this situation, only that of a book (or many) and media which undoubtedly make you feel special or an expert in that you “know” more about a secret group of elite men. My comment was directed at Brandon and he alone and the substandard avenue he took to obtain both information and pictures. Most likely from individuals that craves recognition just much as he.
Kmp4087
Sir, I am not discounting what you did for our military, thank you for your service. That being said, I have no interest in your opinion or that of anyone else that doesn’t truly know or comprehend the depth of this situation, only that of a book (or many) and media which undoubtedly make you feel special or an expert in that you “know” more about a secret group of elite men. My comment was directed at Brandon and he alone and the substandard avenue he took to obtain both information and pictures. Most likely from individuals that craves recognition just much as he.
mashdoc
Ouch
mashdoc
Ouch