#Marcus Luttrell

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"Hey Mikey, I'm about ready to punch that time card."

(Lone Survivor, 2013)

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‘‘There's a storm inside of us. I've heard many Team guys speak of this. A burning. A river. A drive. An unrelenting desire to push yourself harder and further than anyone could think possible. Pushing ourselves into those cold dark corners. Where the bad things live. Where the bad things fight. We wanted that fight at the highest volume. A loud fight. The loudest, coldest, darkest, most unpleasant of the unpleasant fights…’’

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Lone Survivor (2013)

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Such is the enemy’s barbarity that the civilized must abandon their restraints to combat it. Marcus Luttrell

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You S04E10 (The Death of Jonathan Moore)

Book title

Kissinger on Kissinger: Reflections on Diplomacy, Grand Strategy, and Leadership (2019) by Winston Lord and Henry Kissinger

Meditations (Τὰ εἰς ἑαυτόν in Ancient Greek; 180 A.D.) by Marcus Aurelius

Lone Survivor: The Eyewitness Account of Operation Redwing and the Lost Heroes of SEAL Team 10 (2007) by Marcus Luttrell with Patrick Robinson

Codes and Ciphers (1939) by Alexander D'Agapeyeff

Who's Who in Aviation History (1994) by William H. Longyard

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Reunited

Marcus paced the throne room. It had been shut for the families use; the massive oak doors that had stood for decades shut and barred from the inside. Kale had sent a single note via magic of Jaina’s soon arrival, and they all waited; Olivia, Violet, Kayleigh and himself. Torstan and his bond, his brother were away at the moment, adventuring in the Dragon Isles. He almost envied them.

No. He thought, continuing his pacing. I’m about to find the bond I have yearned for for seven years. Nothing could pass this. It terrified and excited him. Anduin… He paused, looking at the marble wall, gleaming in the candle light. Do you feel my emotions as I feel yours? Do you retch when I feel heart ache? Do you scream in agony at my pain? Seven years of torment for Marcus, who was bonded to Anduin closer then any pair had before; apart from, perhaps, his father and Varian. They had been a pair; a fighting spirit, one mind, constantly together.

A flicker, a flash, and a stately woman of middle years appeared in the chamber. Olivia, who sat in the throne, stock still and regal, looked up, circlet gleaming on her forehead.

“Jaina?” “Queen Olivia.” The woman spoke. “It is good to see you again.” She looked around, noting them all. Kayleigh, sitting on her daughters left side, looking up from the hands she had been wringing.

“I hear you have news of Anduin’s whereabouts.” Marcus began without preamble. She turned, noticing him. “I do.” “And have had it. For years.” Marcus added, forehead creasing. Jaina inhaled, looking at them all. “I…had my reasons.” She held out a hand. “None of those reasons seem pertinent or solid now. I cannot take back what I did, but I can bring you to him.” Marcus closed the gap between them in one stride, looking down at the woman, who stared up at him without fear or concern. Her white hair, streaked with a single lock of blonde, was turning grey around the edges now.

“Where is he?” Marcus breathed. “Silithus.” Her raised hand clenched. “I’ll open the way.”

The portal crackled to life. Marcus sucked in a breath; he’d never been to Silithus before. It was a desolate land, filled with sand and empty, forlorn winds. Jaina raised her face to the Queen, who sat, her regal poise lessened as she stared at the portal. The Queen noticed Jaina’s expression, and shook her head.

“Oh no. I will not be going after my brother.” She set her jaw, looking remarkably like a feminine version of her father as she stared at the portal. “That will be Marcus.” Marcus stepped forward.

“It’s time for me to be reunited with my bond.” He took one look at his sister, Violet, who sat to Olivia’s right, and Olivia, who nodded at him, hair pulled back in a tail, her eyes shadowed, her expression hard. Marcus took a breath, stepping through the portal. Whisked away been spaces, colors he’d never conceived blurring and reshaping in an instant as Silithus materialized.

Re-acquisition

A place of sand and blistering winds. Kale knew it well. He held onto that singular grain of sand, allowing it to pull him towards its birth place; towards a pock marked landscape dominated by a towering sword. There. He thought, the landscape erupting all around him in his minds eye, a land of dust and wind and stillness. He saw it all through a violet haze that blurred around the edges, and in the center of his vision, a single figure, huddled in a crouch, staring up at that sword. He watched it for a time, his mind whirring with memory. Hearing the boy speak against his father in the throne room. Listening to him plead to help him find the Harmonic Mallet. Hearing his father weep over his broken body. Listening to him at Garroshs trial. All these memories whirred in his mind, culminating with the smashing of fist against a beautiful face he held dear. That was one of the last times he had seriously spoken to Anduin Wrynn. He and the king had been estranged of late; Kale choosing the path of a dragon, and Anduin the path of a King. But that King lay before him, broken and crumbling, his once golden hair shorn and matted, his face covered in rashes, in scars, in dirt and grime. His eyes hollow. Kale watched for a moment longer, before letting that singular grain of sand free. He snapped back into place; a rubber strap slamming back after eons of tension. He blinked, listening to the sounds of Wrathion in the kitchen, and as he got his bearings, stumbled off the bed. “I’ve found him!” Kale announced, leaning against the door frame. Wrathion whirled, curled dark hair billowing behind him, beautiful face lit by a several candles and a hanging lantern. “Where is he?” He asked, approaching. Kale paused, mouth open, before replying. “Silithus. We have to act fast.” Kale swallowed. “I know of someone who has his exact location at all times.” He narrowed his eyes, cupping Wrathion’s cheek as the man approached him, looking up with concern. “Someone who has known his location for years and hasn’t told his loved ones.” Wrathion mirrored his expression. Distaste laced his features. “Who?” “Lord Admiral Proudmoore.” It took the acquisition of a wanted criminal to get Jaina to talk; though, Kale realized, that was only a plus. She was all too happy to see Zeke Firebrand brought to justice, and the showcase of Kale’s power was only a bonus. She never explained why she had chosen to not tell his family his wheareabouts, and Kale didn’t care. Only that his side of the bargain he had struck with Marcus Latrell was done. “I will not go back on my word, Kale.” Jaina called after him as he left the keep. “I promise you.” “Lord Admiral…” Kale spoke, voice soft, though resonating through the antechamber. “Thank you.”

[camisoledadparis]

In death as in life, we stand together, always a family, always a team. The brotherhood never dies. - Marcus Luttrell

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Marcus Luttrell is a former Navy SEAL, probably best known for his part in Operation Red Wings, which took place in 2005 in Afghanistan. He and his team were tasked with capturing or killing a high-ranking Taliban leader. Things went sideways, and Luttrell's team was ambushed by a larger enemy force. His comrades were killed, and he was severely wounded but managed to escape. He was eventually rescued after being taken in by an Afghan tribe, who protected him until U.S. forces came. This story was later detailed in his book, Lone Survivor, which became a bestseller and was turned into a movie.

After he retired from military service, Luttrell dealt with a lot of physical and emotional scars. To help him cope, he was given a service dog, a Labrador retriever named DASY.

The name "DASY" was really special to him—it was an acronym made from the first letters of his fallen SEAL teammates: Danny Dietz, Matthew "Axe" Axelson, Southern Boy (for Marcus), and Michael "Yankee" Murphy. DASY was more than just a pet; she was a symbol of the brothers he lost and a source of comfort during his recovery.

In 2009, some thugs shot and killed DASY near Luttrell's property in Texas. The men, who were just looking for dogs to kill for fun, didn't realize who they were messing with.

Marcus heard the gunshots, rushed outside, and found DASY dying. He was devastated and absolutely furious. Without wasting any time, he grabbed his gun, jumped into his truck, and chased after the guys who killed his dog. The chase went on for miles, with Luttrell in full pursuit, calling 911 to get the cops involved while he was tailing them. He made it clear he wasn't letting these guys go.

Here's how the 911 call went down:

911 Operator: “911, what is your emergency?”

Marcus Luttrell: "I’m on a high-speed chase, I’m armed. These guys just shot my dog."

911 Operator: "Okay, where are you right now?"

Marcus Luttrell: "I’m out on the road, following them in my truck. They killed my dog. I got them in sight."

911 Operator: "Sir, I need you to slow down and stop the chase. Officers are on their way."

Marcus Luttrell: "I ain't stopping. You better catch them quick because if they get out of this car, I’ll handle it."

911 Operator: "Please don’t take matters into your own hands. We’re sending officers to your location. Just stay on the line."

Marcus Luttrell: "You don’t understand. They murdered my dog, and they’re gonna pay for that."

Eventually, the police caught up, and the suspects were arrested. The guys who killed the dog were convicted of animal cruelty, and Luttrell got some closure.

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Marcus Luttrell ADMITS the TRUTH By Accident (NEW)

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Release: December 19, 2011

Lyrics:

Hey, I heard you are a wild one, ooh

If I took you home, it'd be a home run

Show me how you do

I wanna shut down the club

With you

Hey, I heard you like the wild ones, wild ones, wild ones, ooh

Oh, I-I like crazy, foolish, stupid

Party going wild, fist pumpin' music

I might lose it, glass to the roof

That's how we do's it, do's it, do's it

I don't care tonight, she don't care we like

Almost there, the right vibe, ready to get live

Ain't no surprise, take me so high

Jump and nose dive, surfin' the crowd

And they all get loose, loose out the bottle

Ooh

Said, "I gotta be the man, I'm the head of my band

Mic check, one, two"

Shut 'em down in the club, what the playboy does

We all get bent and again tomorrow

Gotta break rules, 'cause that's the motto

Club shut down a hundred super models

Hey, I heard you are a wild one, ooh

If I took you home, it'd be a home run

Show me how you do

I wanna shut down the club

With you

Hey, I heard you like the wild ones, wild ones, wild ones, ooh

P-P-Party rocker, fa' sho' stopper

More Chambull, number one club popper

Got a hangover like too much vodka

Can't see me with ten binoculars

So cool, no doubt by the end of the night

Got the clothes comin' off, then I make that move

Somehow, some way, gotta raise the roof, roof

All black shades when the sun come through

Uh-oh, it's on like everything goes (oh, oh, oh)

Wild out, baby, 'til the freak, it shows

What happens to that body is a private show (ah, ah, ah, ah)

Stays right here, pri-private show

I like 'em untamed, I'm talking high pain (oh, oh, oh)

Tolerance bottoms up with the champagne

My life, call my homie, then we hit play

Keep it busy with the bail, we get insane

Hey, I heard you are a wild one, ooh

If I took you home, it'd be a home run

Show me how you do

I wanna shut down the club

With you

Hey, I heard you like the wild ones, wild ones, wild ones, ooh

I am a wild one, break me in (yeah)

Saddle me up and lets begin (yeah)

I am a wild one, tame me now (now)

Runnin' with wolves and I'm on the prowl

I'll show you another side of me

A side you'd never thought you would see

Tear up that body, dominate you 'til you had enough

I hear you like the wilds do

Hey, I heard you are a wild one, ooh (ooh)

If I took you home, it'd be a home run

Show me how you do

I wanna shut down the club

With you

Hey, I heard you like the wild ones, wild ones, wild ones, ooh

Songwriter:

I am a wild one, break me in

Saddle me up and lets begin

I am a wild one, tame me now

Runnin' with wolves and I'm on the prowl

Axel Christofer Hedfors / Tramar Dillard / Marcus Cooper / Jacob Elisha Luttrell / Sia Kate I. Furler / Pierre-antoine Joseph Michel Melki / Benjamin Maddahi / Raphael David Judrin

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[sgtgrunt0331-3]

U.S. Navy SEALs, Sr. Chief Petty Officer Dan Healy and Hospital Corpsman First Class Marcus Luttrell, during their deployment to Afghanistan.

This year marks the 18th anniversary of Operation Red Wings. Healy was one of nineteen men who lost their lives during the operation on June 28, 2005. They shall never be forgotten.

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Marcus Luttrell ADMITS the TRUTH By Accident (NEW)

Nov 15, 2024

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Lone Survivor (2013)

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"The Wide Wide Sea" by Hampton Sides.

"The Wide Wide Sea" by Hampton Sides is a gripping narrative non-fiction account of the harrowing journey of three Navy SEALs who find themselves stranded in the Pacific Ocean during a tropical storm. The book follows the true story of Marcus Luttrell, Danny Dietz, and Matthew Axelson, members of SEAL Team 10, as they undertake a covert mission in Afghanistan in 2005. When their mission goes awry, the SEALs are forced to fend for themselves in hostile territory, facing overwhelming odds and treacherous conditions. As they struggle to survive, the men draw on their training, resilience, and camaraderie to persevere against all odds. Sides vividly captures the intensity and danger of their ordeal, transporting readers into the heart of the action. Through meticulous research and interviews with survivors, he provides a gripping and intimate portrait of the courage and sacrifice of these extraordinary men. "The Wide Wide Sea" is not just a tale of survival; it is a tribute to the bravery and dedication of the individuals who serve in America's armed forces. Sides skillfully weaves together the personal stories of the SEALs with the larger geopolitical context of the war on terror, offering readers a comprehensive understanding of the challenges faced by those on the front lines. With its fast-paced narrative and vivid storytelling, "The Wide Wide Sea" is a compelling read that will leave readers in awe of the indomitable human spirit.