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An Elite AthleteBike Bum
Apr 10, 2003 8:58 AM
I had this artilce sent to me and thought it was an interesting read...thought I'd past it on. It's speaks for it's self....


An Elite Athlete
By Tom Demerly

It is dark and Mike Smith's clothing is wet.

Mike Smith is an athlete, an elite athlete in fact. He is a triathlete,
has done Ironman several times, a couple adventure races and even run the
Marathon Des Sables in Morocco- a 152 mile running race through the Sahara
done in stages.

Mike has some college, is gifted in foreign languages, reads a lot and has
an amazing memory for details. He enjoys travel. He is a quiet guy but a
very good athlete. Mike's friends say he has a natural toughness. He
can't spend as much time training for triathlons as he'd like to because
his job keeps him busy. Especially now. This is Mike's busy season. But
he still seems very fit. Even without much training Mike has managed some
impressive performances in endurance events.

It's a big night for Mike. He's at work tonight. As I mentioned his
clothing is wet, partially from dew, partially from perspiration. He and
his four co-workers, Dan, Larry, Pete and Maurice are working on a rooftop
at the corner of Jamia St. and Khulafa St. across from Omar Bin Yasir.

Mike is looking through the viewfinder of a British made Pilkington LF25
laser designator. The crosshairs are centered on a ventilation shaft. The
shaft is on the roof of The Republican Guard Palace in downtown Baghdad
across the Tigris River.

Saddam Hussein is inside, seven floors below, three floors below ground
level, attending a crisis meeting.

Mike's co-worker Pete (also an Ironman finisher, Lake Placid, 2000) keys
some information into a small laptop computer and hits "burst transmit".
The DMDG (Digital Message Device Group) uplinks data to another of Mike's
co-workers (this time a man he's never met, but they both work for their
Uncle, "Sam") and a fellow athlete, at 21'500 feet above Iraq 15 miles
from downtown Baghdad. This man's office is the cockpit of an F-117
stealth fighter. When Mike and Pete's signal is received the man in the
airplane leaves his orbit outside Baghdad, turns left, and heads downtown.

Mike has 40 seconds to complete his work for tonight, and then he can go
for a run.

Mike squeezes the trigger of his LF25 and a dot appears on the ventilator
shaft five city blocks and across the river away from him and his
co-workers. Mike speaks softly into his microphone; "Target illuminated.
Danger close. Danger Close. Danger close. Over."

Seconds later two GBU-24B two thousand pound laser guided, hardened case,
delayed fuse "bunker buster" bombs fall free from the F-117. The bombs
enter "the funnel" and begin finding their way to the tiny dot projected
by Mike's LF25. They glide approximately three miles across the ground and
fall four miles on the way to the spot marked by Mike and his friends.

When they reach the ventilator shaft marked by Mike and his friends the
two bunker busters enter the roof in a puff of dust and debris. They plow
through the first four floors of the building like a two-ton steel
telephone pole traveling over 400 m.p.h., tossing desks, ceiling tiles,
computers and chairs out the shattering windows. Then they hit the
six-foot thick reinforced concrete roof of the bunker. They burrow four
more feet and detonate.

The shock wave is transparent but reverberates through the ground to the
river where a Doppler wave appears on the surface of the Tigris. When the
seismic shock reaches the building Mike is on he levitates an inch off the
roof from the concussion.

Then the sound hits. The two explosions are like a simultaneous crack of
thunder as the building's walls seem to swell momentarily, then burst
apart on an expanding fireball that slowly, eerily, boils above Baghdad
casting rotating shadows as the fire climbs into the night. Debris begin
got cut off...please post part 2...this was an interesting readColnagoFE
Apr 10, 2003 10:28 AM
though evidently an Urban Legend/Work of fictionColnagoFE
Apr 10, 2003 12:28 PM
http://www.insidetri.com/news/fea/1465.0.html
re: An Elite Athlete (cont'd)Bike Bum
Apr 10, 2003 2:27 PM
....Your right it's fiction, I didn't know that went a friend sent it to me.....but it is a good read....

But here's the rest of it.....

....to rain; structural steel, chunks of concrete, shards of glass, flaming
fabrics and papers.

On the tail of the two laser guided bombs a procession of BGM-109G/TLAM
Block IV Enhanced Tomahawks begin their terminal plunge. The laser-guided
bombs performed the incision, the GPS and computer guided TLAM Tomahawks
complete the operation. In rapid-fire succession the missiles find their
mark and riddle the Palace with massive explosions, finishing the job. The
earth heaves in a final death convulsion.

Mike's job is done for tonight. Now all he has to do is get home.

Mike and his friends drive an old Mercedes through the streets of Baghdad
as the sirens start. They take Jamia to Al Kut, cross Al Kut and go right
(South) on the Expressway out of town. An unsuspecting remote CNN camera
mounted on the balcony of the Al Rashid Hotel picks up their vehicle
headed out of town. Viewers at home wonder what a car is doing on the
street during the beginning of a war. They don't know it is packed with
five members of the U.S. Army's SFOD-D, Special Forces Operational
Detachment - Delta.

Six miles out of town they park their Mercedes on the shoulder, pull their
gear out of the trunk and begin to run into the desert night. The moon is
nearly full. Instinctively they fan out, on line, in a "lazy 'W' ". They
run five miles at a brisk pace, good training for this evening, especially
with 27 lb. packs on their back. Behind them there is fire on the horizon.
Mike and his fellow athletes have a meeting to catch, and they can't be late.

Twenty seven miles out a huge gray 92 foot long insect hurtles 40 feet
above the desert at 140 mph The MH-53J Pave Low III is piloted by another
athlete, also a triathlete, named Jim, from Fort Campbell, Kentucky. He is
flying to meet Mike.

After running five miles into the desert Mike uses his GPS to confirm his
position. He is in the right place at the right time. He removes an
infra-red strobe light from his pack and pushes the red button on the
bottom of it. It blinks invisibly in the dark. He and his friends form a
wide 360 degree circle while waiting for their ride home.

Two miles out Jim in the Pave Low sees Mike's strobe through his night
vision goggles. He gently moves the control stick and pulls back on the
collective to line up on Mike's infra-red strobe. Mike's ride home is here.

The big Pave Low helicopter flares for landing over the desert and quickly
touches down in a swirling tempest of dust. Mike and his friends run up
the ramp after their identity is confirmed. Mike counts them up the ramp
of the helicopter over the scream of the engines. When he shows the crew
chief five fingers the helicopter lifts off and the ramp comes up. The
dark gray Pave Low spins in its own length and picks up speed going back
the way it came, changing course slightly to avoid detection.

The men and women in our armed forces, especially Special Operations, are
often well trained, gifted athletes. All of them, including Mike, would
rather be sleeping the night away in anticipation of a long training ride
rather than laying on a damp roof in an unfriendly neighborhood guiding
bombs to their mark or doing other things we'll never hear about.
Regardless of your opinions about the war, the sacrifices these people are
making and the risks they are taking are extraordinary. They believe they
are making them on our behalf. Their skills, daring and accomplishments
almost always go unspoken. They are truly Elite Athletes.