1980's SEAL Teams with Navy SEAL "Coch" 

As long as you hydrate, you can recover pretty quickly, so coffee and lots of water are the best thing.

A wide awake drunk grinding 😅

We were all told to see Doc if the TL even thought you were " sick". 1 IV and o2 while the bag shrunk. Walked out of Doc's room or hooch in 20 or 30 minutes squared away.😅😂🫡✌️🤝

​@slappy8941 that's not how alcohol works. Yes, it's going to alleviate dehydration. But the alcohol is still in your blood.

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Rock The Casbah !

I'm going with Judas Priest.

While wearing skin tight cut off jean shorts 😂

Good one! LoL

Talk about a sham job! 😂😂😂

my last skipper graduated in buds class 61. must have been a few months or a year after you?

I find every origin story of each SEAL fascinating. I myself was also in the Navy 05-07 Active under National-Call-to Service (NCS) contact and spent rest of my enlistment as a drilling reservist. Initially I wasn't interested in the SEALs as I thought that was too much of a job in the frontlines of combat arms. I settled with taking a short MA contract as I thought it was a combat arms mos but with less occupational risk. Looking back I sort of regret not trying out for some programs in NSW after I hear about the interesting experiences from former SEALs. Anyways we all have our own journeys in life. Thanks you for sharing your experience nonetheless.

@@chaist94 Yeah... CL61 graduated near the end of June 1971. Two of their officers went on to reach O5, and one of them reached 06. I had numerous Teammates from that class... in fact one of them married the sister of my first wife. He stayed far longer than I did... ultimately became a QMC and had a distinguished career. I reupped and intended to make a career of it, but was injured, hospitalized, and although I was eventually returned to full duty and made almost all my requals, I was denied my diving requal due to bone damage that prevented diving to pressure depths. I finished out my obligated service at a shore duty communications assignment and left the Navy. If I couldn't be in the Teams in some capacity, I wasn't interested in the Navy at all. I stay connected to a few of my former Teammates via the Internet, including my class senior officer who was/is a truly amazing example of what it meant to be a SEAL. I'm 72 now, and I think he's 77, but when we get to exchanging email memories, it's like it all happened just yesterday... or just last week. I recall a platoon party my first wife and I hosted in our small, second story, one-bedroom apartment. We'd just finished a set of mountaineering training problems at a variety of sites around the region - technical climbing, lead climbing (no safety line), rappelling, etc. When they arrived for the party, every one of the guys scaled the rock wall of the apartment building, coming in over the second floor balcony. We never had to open the front door once that evening. Drunk as hell, they all left the same way they'd arrived... over the balcony and down the wall. No falls, no drops, and no injuries. A couple of the guys even worked their way up and around the corner of the building, climbing up to "tap out" on the peak of the roof at the end of the apartment structure before going back down to the parking lot. The rough rock wall wasn't an 'easy climb' at all. The rocks were decoratively 'rough' on the exterior surface, but only extended about half an inch outward from the vertical plane of the wall. They provided finger tip and toe opportunities, and that was all that mattered. After the first couple of guys had scaled the wall, other occupants of the complex came out to watch what was going on... but we received no complaints that evening or later. Some watchers even applauded when guys reached the balcony. We all agreed to keep the noise down so as not to queer the rental deal for myself and my wife. So... no loud noises, no complaints, and I even got a few awed comments from the other residents over then next few days. I won't talk details here about the large bowl of very fragrant 'oyster dip' that ended up face down on the 2-inch shag carpet - the only 'incident' that had to be dealt with later. Good times, indeed! Those were the 'wild years' in the Teams... we weren't well-behaved 'pure bred' show dogs with squeaky clean profiles. Most were mongrel back alley dogs who had 'difficulties dealing with authority'. The senior enlisted and officers were almost all as gnarly as the enlisted - they had to be just as gnarly to maintain discipline with the men who were always walking the raw edge between acceptable conduct and 'over the top' behavior. As I understand it, even stepping out of line slightly these days will get a man a fast ticket to the regular fleet. There were no such things as "ARI" incidents back then. We all wondered at the idea of being paid for what we did, as most considered the Teams to be the best possible scuba diving, sky diving, mountaineering, shooting, and demolitions club in the world! We often commented that we should actually be paying to have such great opportunities, rather than being paid. Yes indeed... those were good times!

BlacksmithSeal, I had a very good friend who was SEAL for almost all of his 22 years in the Navy. His name is Bob Davis. He retired from the Navy in 1987 and became a Deputy Sheriff with the Mendocino County Sheriff's Office, which is a large rural mountainous area on the north coast about 120 miles north of San Francisco. We became very good friends and "dive partners" for abalone, which no SCUBA is allowed, free diving. I was an Officer with the California Highway Patrol and USMC veteran with active duty 1974 to 1980. I was working the night that Bob Davis was murdered near Covelo Ca. on the Round Valley Indian Reservation. Bob was killed by ambush. He was able to kill one of his assailants and another guy was hiding in the bushes and Bob was shot in the head. George Robert "Bob" Davis was killed on 14 April 1995 at 9:51 pm. He was in the SEAL Teams the same years you were. He had at least 3 tours in Vietnam, then later he was involved in most of the conflicts such as Beirut and Grenada. He was medevaced out of Grenada because he was bit by a venomous sea viper. I was wondering if you knew him. His murder really hit our county and this region really hard. He was 48 years old in 1995, born in 1948, which he would have been about 75 years old today.

@@cardo718 George Robert "Bob" Davis was a member of CL41, which graduated in mid-year 1967 - four years before I graduated and reported to ST1. Davis was also at SEAL Team ONE, and my service there certainly overlapped with his, but I don't specifically recall him as an individual. We certainly must have interacted to some degree, though he wasn't in any of the three Platoons with which I served. His skill rating would have had him in the ST1 Armory, and there is no doubt that is where I would have run into him, if nowhere else. He'd have been in formation at morning musters, at afternoon musters, at inspection formations, participating in Friday "Monster Matches", and at other official formations, although as I said, I don't specifically have an firm recollection of him, nor can I put a face to his name. I did spend a six-month 'hitch' in 1973 as the ST1 COMM/ET Instructor, and there were occasional meetings with the Operations Officer and the CO/XO for all the 'instructors' from the various departments in the Team Compound during that time span. Davis would certainly have been present for such meetings if he was working in the Armory and not attached to a Platoon at the time. Again, I'm certain we interacted to some degree... but as that was slightly over half a century ago, I hope you'll pardon my lack of anything more specific. I am saddened to hear of brother Davis falling in the line of duty. Learning of a fallen brother is always difficult, whether he was on active duty with the Teams, or 'active duty' as an LEO in later civilian life. I've lost way too many Teammates, and as the years stack up the rate at which they are crossing over to the "other side" seems to be picking up speed. I lost a very close Teammate brother in Dec 2021 to the 'plandemic', and his death really tore me up! But those Teammates who have gone ahead are performing 'point man' duty, scouting the shore of the Frog Pond in Fiddler's Green, ensuring that all us who follow after them will find a secure beach when we, too, cross over. Sad, indeed... but I know that I will eventually I'll see them all again, and that reunion will be epic! Thank you for telling me about Bob Davis... very greatly appreciated. EDITED to correct misspelled wording.

Such an incredible response and I’m so glad they included it in this video!

Even our our own JTF have been watered down compared to what they used to be. Dumbest thing was when a team was at an ON route by Kingston and some poor triggered civvie saw grubby bearded guys with guns in trucks and the OPP pulled them over and all the politicians were crying about why they had guns and that changed procedures.

@@OntarioBearHunter I totally remember that incident! 🤣🤣

@Mark Cochiolo the reason I figured you may have, was that epic 80s/90s pic of you guys with the MP5s.. I figured that was during Red Cell.

I always thought that "duck foot dewey" was Coch; seeing as how he had a trademark duck squat walk, bitd.

I'd happily let Coch adopt me XD

Navy guys love taking in the ass - there is your in for being adopted.

I don't really care for Dorr, doesn't really have much to say it's like coch is talking to a door

@@joe2870 Yeah. Who wants to listen to a SEAL who doesn't constantly talk about himself? Dorr should have joined the Army and gone SF. His ego is much better suited for that.

I was in the Navy from 1985 to 1995 . I was an Operations Specialist on a Guided Missile Destroyer homeported in Charleston , South Carolina in the 80s . Our Leading Petty Officer , OS 1 Cheesman , would often conduct ' After Hours Muster ' at a biker bar in North Charleston . The local bikers liked having sailors in their beer joint pool hall .

Indeed it was. And I’m not deceiving myself with nostalgia, this is simply a matter of fact…way cooler times with fewer uptight people. Good times were rolling.

Goes right in line with you only keep the rights youre willing to die for. Right now...aint no one sacrificing shit.

yeah cause drinking and driving is no big deal at all. how was not deploying?

Yeah and all the sexual assault you could handle!

The UDT/SEAL museum association in Fort Pierce, FL could probably hook you up with some guys who worked with him and knew him

​@@CoolestDude38NCYou rock!! Thanks for the info. Now I have to look up my people. 🫡✌️🤝

​@@double-up9263You are welcome. I have been to the museum once summer 1994...met the then curator of the UDT/SEAL museum Jim "Patches" Watson. He was a plankowner of SEAL TEAM 2...Watson shook my hand, autographed a SEAL book I bought there and called me "hoss."

When I was just out of college I worked with a plank owner of ST6 (then a civilian) who was there and got out after Grenada because of Grenada. He was a very humble guy.

@Mark Cochiolo I had the same problem. Great big nose in high school. Love you man. Love your work.

Did Clark ever re open ?

@@Bwh-rm3py Not that I know of. The PAF uses it as an Air Force Base, plus there is an International Airport too. I know they want US Forces back in country, but it is on a rotational system not a permanent situation like it was before.

My brother was there. I remember his letter telling me that he couldn’t leave base

Ty 4 ur service