So the story now is that ObL and several of the people greased by the SEALs were unarmed when they raided bin Laden's Pakistan compound. I wasn't there, so I can only guess what happened, but I'll put myself in the boots of the on-scene commander, as unqualified to do that as I am.
- People are shooting at us
- We just lost a helicopter and barely have enough room to extract our people
- Sucks to be you, al Qaeda people!
What are you going to do? Tell a few SEALs to walk down the the road and turn themselves over to the Pakistani Military Academy so that Terrorist Scum #1 and his squeeze can take their seats on the chopper? I don't think so, Muchacho! Although it might have been fun to hang ObL by the ankles from a rappelling rope for a ride out to the carrier, weight, overloading, and fuel consumption are big considerations in long-distance helicopter flight. Whether the decision was made by the Mission Commander or the first SEAL to get his sights on ObL, I'm really okay with it. Good thing they had enough capacity to take his whole body along; I would have been okay with just his head, but imagine the stink that would cause with the Arab World.
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