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The Heart and the Fist: The Education of a Humanitarian, the Making of a Navy SEAL

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Preface I came to love, really love, road marching. Itand#8217;s called a suck or a haze at West Point, but I think the cadets arenand#8217;t being fair to it. Thereand#8217;s something wonderful about being in a column of marching people: the gravel popping under soles, the leather flexing in boots, the kind of saddle-top sounds as the ruck (what a backpack gets called in the Army) frames settle. Occasionally someone, out of sheer misery, sighing Oooh, or just blowing out air, which in the general silence is like a whale breaching and then slipping back under the surface. You can watch a leaf float down from a tree or stare at the guyand#8217;s rifle in front of you. The boiling down of life to its basic questions: Can you do this? What kind of person are you, and what can you make yourself finish? Can you hang with the rest of us? Those questions donand#8217;t get asked much, in the civilian world.

One night I got stuck with a West Point company that was spending the entire evening on patrol in the woods. They had brought ponchos in their rucks and I hadnand#8217;t. It was about two in the morning when the rain started. A nice earth-smelling drizzle at first. Then it became a pretty hard, thundery storm. Iand#8217;d never noticed that rain makes different noises on different articles of clothing: a kind of spreading, sinking hiss into a shirt, a loud spattery ploink! on jeans. One of the cadets offered me his poncho, but of course you couldnand#8217;t accept it. In the dark, I found my way to two trees that had grown so close together that their upper branches formed a canopy. I obviously wasnand#8217;t going to sleep, so I marched back and forth all night under this umbrella, rain dripping into my ears and down over my lips. Then, in the morning, at five, everyone shook themselves off and we marched again.

I never liked the military at all as a kid. My father told us it was the one profession we couldnand#8217;t pursue: if my brother or I joined up, he promised to hire strong guys to come break our legs. In his eyes, compared to the military, hired leg-breaking was an act of kindness. So when Rolling Stone magazine first assigned me to write about the United States Military Academy, I fought it. And I mean fought hard, as hard as you can fight Rolling Stoneand#8217;s publisher, Jann Wenner, who can be firm and cajoling in a kind of (at least to a writer) irresistible way. When I gave in, and traveled to West Point, I was followed by members of the Academyand#8217;s Public Affairs Office. They chose the people I could speak with, they sat in on the interviews. I saw my way out; I was thrilled and relieved. I said I could not do the story under those circumstances, and I left. A few days later the colonel who oversees the daily management of West Pointand#151;Joe Adamczyk, a thin, steely man the cadets nicknamed Skeletorand#151;called back to say it was fine. There would be no one picking out ideal cadets for me to interview, no one escorting me, no doors closed. I could have the run of the place. and#147;We have nothing of which we should be ashamed,and#8221; he said.

So that was the first step toward my love of road marching. Very different from my original idea of the Army. And there was no avoiding the story anymore.

It had all seemed so foreign, a kind of dense green forest. Slowly, the trees parted a little, enough for me to step inside, and then I could feel the basic goodness of the place. As I listened to the cadets and understood how they were living, I had a strange, funny thought. Not only was the Army not the awful thing my father had imagined, it was the sort of America he always pictured when he explained (this would happen every four years, during an election cycle) his best hopes for the country. A place where everyone tried their hardest. A place where everybodyand#151;or at least most peopleand#151;looked out for each other. A place where peopleand#151;intelligent, talented peopleand#151;said honestly that money wasnand#8217;t what drove them. A place where people spoke openly about their feelings and about trying to make themselves better.

One reason Rolling Stone wanted me on the story was that Iand#8217;d become a kind of young-person specialist. You specialize at a magazine. On news stories, I mainly covered universities and students. I must have traveled to about thirty-five colleges in the five years before I first went to West Point. From tiny places like Wisconsinand#8217;s obscure, homemade- feeling Beloit to a thirty-thousand-student factory like the University of Georgia at Athens to places like Harvard and Yale that made me feel like maybe I wasnand#8217;t changing my socks often enough. Iand#8217;d also written about young TV actors and the young rich and young media executives, people who had every reason to be consistently delighted. And of all the young people Iand#8217;d met, the West Point cadetsand#151;althoughh they are grand, epic complainersand#151; were the happiest. That was probably step two on the path toward my love of road marching.

Herrrrreand#8217;s three: My friends had reached the phase, in their early thirties, when things slow down and you can relax and look around yourself again for maybe the first time since college. Before that, life is like sticking your head out the window of a fast-moving car: everything is rushing at you, flattening back your skin, your eyes are blinking and you can barely overhear your own thoughts. Most of those thoughts are and#147;Will I find a job?and#8221; and and#147;Can I find a partner?and#8221; and and#147;What kind of life am I going to have?and#8221; By the early thirties, this stuff had quieted down, and my friends were thinking, and#147;OK, Iand#8217;ve found a life.and#8221; And then the second part hit: and#147;Is this the life I want? Does the job Iand#8217;m doing matter to anyone else?and#8221; It was right at this time that the Army and the Academy dawned on me, and I saw what it meant to live as a group, to share experiences, and to have that sense that other people were honestly looking out for you. And I have to say, that looked pretty good to me too.

And so, a road march. Everyone dressed the same. Everyone with a clear assignment: You will depart from this first point and you will arrive at this second point, and it will be clear to you when you have accomplished this. It will be difficult (in the Army, they say challenging). In place of the anxiety that comes from jobs that involve only the brain, the pleasure of a task that would engage the entire body. When cadets faltered, other cadets would softly encourage them. and#147;Come on. You can do this. I know you can do this.and#8221; The sound of the boots and the smell of the road and the sun on the leaves and this soft, encouraging undertone. When cadets fell, other cadets would move forward, lift them up. I remember, during my first road marches, feeling simply blessed.

The magazine originally treated the assignment, when it began in 1998, as a journalistic public service. That summer, the West Point superintendent, a three-star general, had parked with some other military leaders at the sort of big roadside welcome center that features a TCBY and a Great American Pretzel Company (so that even rest stops offer the channel-surfing pleasures of a mall) and where there is usually one restaurant with sit-down service. The superintendent was wearing his green class-B uniform, and so were the hungry officers in his party. The hostess looked him up and down, from polished shoes to epaulets, then she smiled and thanked him for the selfless work he was doing as a member of the Parks Department. The superintendent wondered if maybe the gap between the civilian and military worlds hadnand#8217;t become too large. A few weeks later, the superintendent and the commandant arrived at the Rolling Stone offices in their full uniforms, marching past black-and-white photographs of Eric Clapton and framed guitars. The initial idea was for me to spend a few weeks on post, follow around a bunch of plebes, write something short. I ended up staying most of the year.

When that time was over, I didnand#8217;t believe the story was fully told. I decided to rent a house in Highland Falls, and stayed until the plebe class graduated four years laterand#151;the only time West Point has let a writer in for such an extended tour of hanging out. I saw cadets in combat with themselves, unlearning many of the skills and instincts that had brought them to West Point; I saw some cadets thriving; I saw lots of suffering (academic, physical, homesickness); I saw spot meanness and acts of great generosity. My friends were full of questions: What kinds of people still wanted such a regimented life? Why would cadets willingly put themselves through it? Didnand#8217;t they realize the way they were living was out-of-date? Those were questions I set out to answer. But I mostly wanted to give people the experience of spending forty-seven months at the United States Military Academy, an experience that only around sixty thousand people have had since the place got up and running two centuries ago. I learned how to read a uniform and how to tie many types of knots. I learned that soldiers are peopleand#151;that when I flip on the news and thereand#8217;s some officer in a helmet standing before a tank, Iand#8217;m looking at someone a lot like myself, whoand#8217;s lived through most of the same events I have, eats the same drive-through, can trace the same internal map of favorite movie dialogue and TV scenes, but who has made the decision to put on a uniform and serve in the nationand#8217;s military.

Iand#8217;ve changed the names of several cadets, mostly at their request, including people involved in an honor hearing and three cadets who endured various hardshipsand#151;a consuming relationship, loss of rank, separation from the Academy. Scott Mellon, Kim Wilkins, Loryn Winter, Nick Calabanos, Mrs. Como, Virginia Whistler and James Edgar are fictitious namesand#151;real people under a verbal false nose and eyeglasses. Otherwise, the names and nicknames in this book are the cadetsand#8217; real ones. I followed the men and women of one company, G-4, from the months they arrived at West Point until the day they graduated; this is their story.

Copyright and#169; 2003 by David Lipsky. Reprinted by permission of Houghton Mifflin Company.

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Eric Greitens could say a lot about his life. Twice honored for military duty by the president, this Rhodes and Truman scholar, a graduate from Oxford, turned his attention to serving his nation and the world's people after great academic success. Not yet 40 years of age, Greitens has been a US Navy SEAL for more than a decade, and his lengthy list of military accolades stands as proof of his persistence in the line of duty. He has been deployed four times to countries like Afghanistan and Iraq, and he was recognized and honored for his bravery throughout the duration of these missions. Now a commanding officer, Greitens has received numerous high awards and notoriety. You would expect for the average individual to be quite satisfied with such great successes, but for Greitens this is just the beginning. At the core of his spirit is an unending dedication to action inspired by compassion for people all over the world, and the extent of his impact as a humanitarian will outweigh even the achievements of his successful military career. Greitens, using the money he received for combat overseas, founded The Mission Continues, a non-profit organization that seeks to aid wounded and disabled veterans in becoming more active as leaders in their communities and the nation. This is how a hero's story sounds...
...The Heart and the Fist is a direct telling from Greitens of his life's experience�"it is a story that needs to be told. Its straightforward language and inspirational nature are sure to appeal to the heart of any reader looking for powerful words and an honest account dealing with the potential of human achievement when compassion and courage are behind every action. Also, for any reader who loves biographical (or autobiographical) books about military and/or humanitarian efforts, this title comes highly recommended. Ceaseless dedication, a commitment to understanding, , and a will to pursue wisdom�"these are the qualities of a man who is guided by his heart but who knows how to fight with his fist. And the story of his life is about to inspire you.
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Product Details

ISBN:
9780547424859
Subtitle:
Four Years at West Point
Author:
Greitens, Eric
Author:
Fick, Nathaniel C.
Author:
Lipsky, David
Publisher:
Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
Subject:
Military
Subject:
Military - United States
Subject:
Biography - General
Edition Description:
Trade Cloth
Publication Date:
20030704
Binding:
Paperback
Grade Level:
from 9
Language:
English
Illustrations:
16-pp b/w insert
Pages:
336
Dimensions:
9 x 6 in 1.18 lb
Age Level:
from 14

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"Publishers Weekly Review" by , "This book, by Greitens, a senior fellow at the University of Missouri and founder of the Mission Continues charity, confronts the same dilemma as the American military, which strives to be a strong deterrent against the evils of the world while protecting the sick and powerless. The concept of a mighty warrior with a good heart is not an original one, but the humanitarian soldier epiphany comes to an idealistic Greitens after stints in Bosnia, Rwanda, and Gaza, and Calcutta where he sees unspeakable carnage and suffering without end. He takes the words of philosopher John Stuart Mill as his credo: 'The person who has nothing for which he is willing to fight, nothing which is more important than his own personal safety, is a miserable creature.' The rigors of his Navy SEAL training are intensely depicted, as are his deployments in Kenya, Afghanistan, and Iraq, with Greitens slowly evolving into a balanced man with equal parts of compassion and warrior spirit. A glorious tale of humanity, resolve, and strength, Greitens's book reminds us of how many things we take for granted in our well-ordered lives. (Apr.)" Publishers Weekly Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved.
"Synopsis" by , In an inspiring memoir from one of the world's most elite warriors, Eric Greitens recounts in remarkable detail his time as a Navy SEALand#8212;from the most harrowing encounters and brutal attacks, to the lessons learned from his humanitarian efforts.
"Synopsis" by , and#8220;Meet my heroand#8212;Eric Greitens. His life and this book remind us that America remains the land of the brave and generous.and#8221; and#8212; Tom Brokaw

Like many young idealists, Eric Greitens wanted to make a difference, so he traveled to the worldand#8217;s trouble spots to work in refugee camps and serve the sick and the poor. Yet when innocent civilians were threatened with harm, there was nothing he could do but step in afterward and try to ease the suffering. In studying humanitarianism, he realized a fundamental truth: when an army invades, the weak need protection. So he joined the Navy SEALs and became one of the worldand#8217;s elite warriors.

Greitens led his men through the unforgettable soul-testing of SEAL training and went on to deployments in Kenya, Afghanistan, and Iraq, where he faced harrowing encounters and brutal attacks. Yet even in the deadliest combat situations, the lessons of his humanitarian work bore fruit. At the heart of this powerful story lies a paradox: sometimes you have to be strong to do good, but you also have to do good to be strong. The heart and the fist together are more powerful than either one alone.

and#8220;If you're restless or itching for some calling you can't name, read this book. Give it to your son and daughter. The Heart and the Fist epitomizes and#8212; as does Mr. Greitens's life, present and future and#8212; all that is best in this country, and what we need desperately right now.and#8221; and#8212; Steven Pressfield, author of Gates of Fire

and#8220;Vivid and compelling . . . a great read.and#8221; and#8212; Washington Times

A Hudson Booksellers Top Ten Nonfiction Book of the Year

A USA Today and Publishers Weekly Bestseller

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PRAISE FOR The Heart and the Fist

“Eric Greitens is the best of the best. He has the best mental capacity and physical stamina Ive ever seen in a human being. His story teaches us about how to have a heart and a fist to get the most out of life. Along the way, Eric did the most anyone can possibly do for his country. What a story! It should inspire us all to live our lives with purpose and meaning.”—Max Cleland, former U.S. senator

“If you worry that America is no longer a home of heroes, come read this riveting tale of a young mans adventures as a boxer, a thinker, a warrior, and ultimately a humanitarian. He writes admiringly of the Greek notion of phronesis, practical wisdom—‘the ability to figure out what to do while at the same time knowing what is worth doing. Mr. Greitens has plenty of phronesis.”—David Gergen, director, Center for Public Leadership, Harvard Kennedy School, CNN senior political analyst

The Heart and the Fist is a vitally important, powerful book, a seminal, paradigm-shifting work that should be mandatory reading for every citizen who cares about helping others, with our military or with our humanitarian efforts, in a world filled with starvation, suffering, tyranny, oppression and genocide.”— Lt. Col. Dave Grossman (ret.), author of On Combat and On Killing

“Eric Greitens is exactly the kind of citizen-warrior that America needs to fight our wars abroad and to win our battles at home. A man wise enough to lead, courageous enough to fight, and compassionate enough to care, he has written a glorious book about how to live with purpose that should be required reading for every American.”—Bobby Muller, founder of Veterans for America and cofounder of the Nobel Peace Prize-winning International Campaign to Ban Landmines

 

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