I am enjoying Richard Marcinko less as time goes on, just because I think he may be too old to write these roman a clefs. It is getting less possible for me to separate history, historical fiction, axe grinding, wishful thinking, and self-promotion.There are great points to this book, one that he shares with MLK's praise of greatness. Marcinko is pleased with the computer geek (soon after blown to bits) though they share very little professional overlap. It is the philosophy of doing to an extreme whatever it is you do. That is respectable. Driving hard and pushing to the top of your craft are what matters.It is interesting that Marcinko, Seth Godin, MLK, Miyamoto Mushashi say the same. Even Ayn Rand gives poor Willie an out at the end of Atlas Shrugged. It is to do to the best of your ability. If this book inspires you to do so, it is a worthwhile read.
I hadn't picked up a Rogue Warrior book in quite a while, and after this one, I probably never will again. Way too testosterone-fueled, with literally pages and pages depicting extremely graphic, bloody torture. I respect Marcinko for what he's done in his career, but his fictional alter ego spends entirely too much time telling us what a BAMF he is. And after the first couple of chapters, I really started to wonder if he was being paid by the number of f-bombs he managed to cram into every sentence. Definitely not my taste.
