SEAL of God
Chad Williams, David Thomas
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Days before Chad Williams was to report to military duty in Great Lakes, Illinois, he turned on a television and was greeted with the horrifying images of his mentor, US Navy SEAL Scott Helvenston, being brutally murdered in a premeditated ambush on the roads of Fallujah, Iraq. Steeled in his resolve, Chad followed in Scott’s footsteps and completed the US military’s most difficult and grueling training to become a Navy SEAL. One of only 13 from a class of 173 to make it straight through to graduation, Chad served his country on SEAL Teams One and Seven for five years, completing tours of duty in the Philippines, Saudi Arabia, Bahrain, and Iraq.
Part memoir, part evangelism piece, SEAL of God follows Chad’s journey through the grueling Naval Ops training and onto the streets of Iraq, where he witnessed the horrors of war up close. Along the way, Chad shares his own radical conversion story and talks about how he draws on his own experiences as a SEAL to help others better understand the depths of Christ’s sacrifice and love.
right, Bubba, why don’t you go ahead and lead?” When I took the lead, I decided to turn our run into a competition. I wanted to crush some souls, so I moved in front of Seth and set out on a pace that I knew he would have difficulty keeping up with. I even wanted to outrun Scott. It wasn’t long before I looked back and noticed that Seth was dropping back on the trail and Scott was staying back with him. I kept my pace. I wanted to leave Seth in the dust. I looked back again. Seth was even
yelling, I heard my nose crack. The wave separated our crew members from the boat, and the boat made it back to shore ahead of us. When we were away from our boat like that, we would hold on to our paddles and ride the surf in. When we reached the shore that time, we all ran to our boat as we were supposed to. I had blood from my nose flowing everywhere by that point, and the instructors saw it and came out to meet me in their trucks. “What’s going on?” one asked. “What just happened, you
advanced as ours. We spent time teaching them some tactics that would enable them to combat the Muslim resistant forces. Some of the not-so-riveting parts of my tour included serving as a Secret Service–type agent for the American ambassador in the Philippines. We accompanied the ambassador to speaking engagements and public appearances as she tried to cheer up the citizens there and let them know that Americans were present to support them. We dressed in suits and nice clothes for those
Somali pirates took an American ship hostage off the east coast of Africa. We were in our chow hall in Iraq when we first saw the television reports. Immediately, members of our team jokingly asked if I had brought all our dive gear. I was our dive LPO (leading petty officer), and all dive gear was my responsibility. The guys had made fun of me back home as I loaded all our gear for the trip to Iraq. Who would need dive gear in Iraq, right? Later that night we received a call to report to our
our skateboards and rode around the streets, parks, and schoolyards. Kevin fell off his board, and the board rolled into the street, where a red Corvette ran over it. We just looked at each other as though to say, “This is the weirdest night ever.” But as with the first time I drank alcohol, I felt good and enjoyed myself. As time went by, I drank and smoked more. I never actually bought marijuana. I mostly just smoked it when friends had some they wanted to smoke together—maybe once a week.