swee'pea99
Squire
They wouldn't have passed Hell Week if they were psychologically flaky, much less the other psychological testing they go through.
A true story. Another special forces unit, the SAS, were first on the scene of the Kegworth air disaster. A squad of four troopers were on the motorway when the plane went down in front of them.
The SAS quite understandably went to assist and had to briefly assume command of the operation as many of the coppers, who would be no strangers to blood and gore, were freaking out and couldn't handle that which they were seeing. But not the Sasmen.
The premier special forces units are the SeALs, SAS, SBS, the PJ's and the Sayeret Matkal, and you simply won't be there if you were likely to freak under fire. That such units have now been in existence for 80 years and there are few, if any, such episodes in the public domain is evidence of this.
I know nothing about the movie, but you bring to mind a story told me by a friend who'd arrived at Cambridge gormless and wet behind the ears, and happy to go for a drink with his new neighbour - older, maybe mid-20s, softly spoken, seemed like a nice chap.
Being new in town they managed to stumble on a 'town' rather than a 'gown' pub, and my friend was a bit taken aback by the way the place went silent as they walked to the bar. His new mate seemed unfazed, though, asked him what he'd like, drinks arrived, they started chatting. But my friend couldn't help being distracted by the murderous looks he was getting from one of a group of four blokes without a neck between them propping up the other end of the bar.
Things began to escalate, as discussion began, at deliberately to-be-heard volumes, about the terrible things that could happen to poor little rich boys who got the wrong side of the tracks etc etc. Just as my mate was wondering whether they might be able to reach the exits in time if they fled NOW, his new friend turned for the first time to the other end of the bar. "Steady," he said. And that was that. Not a peep for the rest of their pints.
My friend later discovered he was on a graduate course as part of his career in the SAS.
