Working in Combat Stress Control at Ft Bragg, and having a friend who was a 1SG in a Special Forces group, I, on occasion, got to observe and counsel Soldiers going through Special Forces training. SERE school, selection, and especially Robin Sage are stressful, and the Soldier may need to talk to mental health. Being friends with the 1SG on a social level made it easier for some of the Soldiers to talk to me offline because they knew I could take my “Mental health hat” off and just talk to them as Soldiers.
Anyway, I went out to a training site one day and was told it was the final day of Robin Sage. The Special Forces candidates had only one task left to complete the course. My friend and myself went into a warehouse with a small closed off room to the side. A Soldier walked into the warehouse, escorted by two other Soldiers. He approached the sealed off room, was briefed by a Special Forces Soldier, was handed a .45 Colt automatic, and entered the room.
About a minute later, the Special Forces candidate left the room, threw the gun to the floor of the warehouse and walked out. I asked the 1SG what happened.
He said, “This is the final task of training. If the candidate finishes the assignment, he is in Special Forces, and can forever wear the green beret. Fail to complete the assignment, and he goes back to the operational Army. This Soldier was given the assignment to enter the room and kill the enemy found in there. In this case, that Soldier found his dog, and I guess he lost his nerve, because I never heard a shot fired.”
As the 1SG was speaking to me, the room was being reset, and soon after, another candidate was being escorted in and briefed. He also took the gun and entered the room. A minute later, he also left the room, tossed the gun, kicked it away, and cursed loudly and often.
The 1SG told me, “His mom was in the room. He failed. I didn’t hear a shot.”
Soon after, the room was reset, and a third candidate was being escorted in. This Soldier received the briefing, took the gun, took a deep breath and entered the room. A minute later we heard the pop of a gunshot. Then another, then another. Then we heard a scream and a crash. A minute later, the Soldier left the room threw the gun to the floor and came over to the 1SG and myself.
He said, “What kind of training you running here, Top? I went into the room and found my wife. I fired the gun once, twice, and again before I realized that it was full of blanks, so I had to beat her to death with the chair!”
SSG (P) Schwartz