3.5/ . . . who'd gone as far as their commanders had let them before our Senior Enlisted Advisor found them.
There were 75 of us in the unit, on teams scattered around the world. There were THOUSANDS of dossiers stacked in the wings. You didn't dare fuck up.
3.6/ You had to be "tapped in." Someone already in the unit had to personally recommend you to the Senior Enlisted Advisor just to get your packet onto their desk. I walked backwards into it after helping smuggle a head of state across the border in the trunk of his car during a coup: "Who are you?"
I should add in here that there's a selection course. It's weird; like, you know you’ve already been selected, you just have to prove how much shit you're willing to eat to.get the job. For instance, during Nasty Nick (the SOCOM obstacle course), they don't time you, but . . .
4/ You have to be. So. Fucking. Squared. Away. To just get a slot with JSOC advising these guys--they're what the man in the street would call (um, rhymes with "Shmelta Force") and "SEAL Team Six." We were the nerds who did the jocks' homework for them. But we had to be able to keep up in a pinch.
