A Glance at the Origins of Naval Special Warfare
Desperate Times Call For Desperate Measures
Lone Sailor Guards San Francisco
It was another typical early spring morning at the Underwater Construction Team ONE headquarters in Little Creek, Va., when Bobby Stethem reported for duty.
The pistol's barrel pressed firmly against his head. Tony Watson knew he was about to die. "This is it," he thought as the adrenaline began to rush. "You diplomat?" screamed the hijacker holding Tony's passport.
Clint Suggs, still blindfolded, was forced into a seat next to Tony Watson in coach. "Clint, are you okay?" Tony whispered. "Tony. They just shot Bob."