Admittedly, writing a book is quite difficult. Most would struggle to achieve such a feat, and those who can deserve respect for undertaking such a task. However, to be an author, one must possess a basic understanding of the main concepts of writing. It is clear that author Howard E. Wasdin and his coauthor, Steven Templin, do not have such a knowledge. Throughout this memoir, there were far too many errors, ones that simply cannot be overlooked. A story about Wasdin's life and involvement with the United States military, this is a personal account of the brutal training required to be a Navy SEAL. What should have been a pulse pounding action story, and an eye opener to the real struggles of warfare, turned out quite differently.
Though Wasdin attempts to communicate through the pages, he fails dramatically. The main flaws of this novel lie in the writing style. One extreme problem is the info dumping/term dunking.
Because Wasdin served in the military, he has memorized all the necessary codes and abbreviations representing branches of the army, weapons, and more. To the average person, who has no aforementioned experience with such things, this book is a gigantic tome of terms, one that takes hours to digest. On certain pages, there are almost only abbreviations, with few bits of writing squeezed in the tiny space between. At one point, there were 26 different codes on each page. Wasdin and Templin abbreviate things that have no need to be abbreviated. Though there is a glossary in the back, readers are hard pressed to discover it, and even more reluctant to flip through to search up a term from the compendium of terms to make sense of the story.
Another major issue, one responsible for killing this potential novel was the expression of the writers themselves. Presumably, one who had been in service for many years would not have the most adept linguistic skills, but the book drops it to a new level. At one particular moment, an explosion is described as "kaboom", and at another moment as "bang". This language is more reminiscent of a 3rd grade boy than a full grown adult. The descriptions of the wounds Wasdin himself received did not express at all the great pain he must have felt. The way that section was described, it made it sound like a mild discomfort, not his foot being blown clean off. Clearly, the editors were not expecting too much.
Lastly, the character development was poor. Aside from the protagonist, Wasdin, the rest of the cast and crew were merely shells of people, with not a single crumb of unique personality. A stepfather who beat him (Wasdin) when he was only a young child, yet later apparently loved him. There is entirely no explanation towards this drastic change. His wife, whom he apparently loved was almost never mentioned. These were just two supposedly more important characters that supposedly made a difference in his life. A horde of other minor characters who were introduced as quickly as they were killed off, or relocated. Team members were one dimensional. "Sourpuss" was grumpy, "Little Big Man" had a Little man syndrome, and "Casanova" was a ladies' man. Their code names were the only real indication of personality. Even the main character, piloting the Blackhawk himself (never actually happened), was difficult to read about. The whole time, Wasdin had an "Billy dropped out, but I'm strong enough, but still worse than Joey." attitude. He was never the best yet never the worst. His writing resulted in his seeming very bland.
Though it would be possible to list this book's flaws forever, this will be the end of the review. As a war veteran, the author still deserves immense respect. Unfortunately, is seems that writing does not appear to be one of his strong points.