Exit Plan (68 page)

The last few cars were still unloading when the band started. They led the cortege, playing the “Navy Hymn,” then Higgs’s college fight song, and the “Missouri Waltz,” for his home state. Judy, the kids, and the rest of Higgs’s family were right behind the caisson, along with the senior officers and dignitaries. Lieutenant Matt Ramey, his arm also in a cast, was her official escort. He’d known both Vern and Judy long before they were married, and was a close friend. She’d lean on him when the time came.

Barrineau, Carlson, and the rest of Charlie Platoon followed close behind, then
Michigan
‘s wardroom and the members of the crew that had been able to attend. Out of a crew of just over 150, more than half had made the trip from Washington State. Following them were the rest of the SEALs from SEAL Team Three that were not deployed, plus representatives from every other SEAL Team in the Naval Special Warfare community.

It was a lot, but not compared to the service. The National Cathedral had been filled past its thirty-five-hundred-person capacity, and Judy had allowed it, for the sake of giving Vern a proper sendoff. It was clear official Washington and the public wanted to honor Lieutenant Vernon Higgs, and she was grateful. But the graveside service was for “family.”

It wasn’t a long walk, although it was long enough to give Jerry time to remember. This wasn’t his first trip to Arlington. He’d visited it before as a tourist, of course, but then he’d helped say good-bye to Dennis Rountree, a crewman on
Seawolf
who’d died in their collision with
Severodvinsk.
Since then, he’d felt differently about the place. He’d make time after the ceremony to go and say hello to his shipmate.

The band, in perfect step, marched to its assigned position and the rest followed. While the casket was moved from the caisson to the stand, guides escorted Judy and the others to their chairs. There was some jockeying among the brass as they found their seats.

The Swedish ambassador had a place of honor, in front, close to the family. After the public release of the files from Shirin’s flash drive, the Iranians had been so desperate for any good press that they’d almost begged the Swedes to take custody of Higgs’s remains. His body was returned home in just over a week, while the words “Iranian nuclear program” had become the new catchphrase for any undertaking that was fantastically expensive, destined for failure, or both.

The top American official present at the funeral was the secretary of defense. Although some had suggested President Myles attend, his presence would attach too much significance to the circumstances of Higgs’s loss. While the SEAL’s death and return had been very public, and was obviously linked to the release of the Iranian files in some way, most of the events connecting the two were still Top Secret, and would hopefully remain that way.

Instead, President Myles had shown his appreciation that morning, before the service. The award ceremony had been held at the Pentagon so the presence of so many military service members would not draw attention. Charlie Platoon and
Michigan’s
blue crew, along with their entire chain of command from the president on down, watched as Jerry and Ramey received Navy Crosses for their extraordinary gallantry and service to the United States at great personal risk. Lapointe, Fazel, and Phillips each received the Silver Star for their efforts, as did Guthrie for his overall handling of the crisis and his successful engagement against unspecified “enemy forces.” Frederickson got the Meritorious Service Medal for his efforts in directing the critical reachback support that ultimately resulted in the successful conclusion of a mission of “significant importance to the United States.” And of course, Jerry, Ramey, and Lapointe received their Purple Hearts.
Michigan’s
blue crew was awarded the Presidential Unit Citation.

Family members quietly clapped with each presentation. Shirin had teared up watching Fazel get his award. Emily and Clarice had hugged each other, but then Emily had just buried her face in a hanky and cried, relief mixing with pride.

Judy Higgs had stood in line with Jerry and the SEALs, the kids standing quietly on either side of their mom. Myles posthumously awarded Higgs the Navy and Marine Corps Medal, along with his Purple Heart. After reading the citations and handing her the medals, he leaned close to her. They whispered softly to each other for several moments, then the president straightened and stepped back. Later, Judy refused to tell anyone what they had talked about.

At the reception afterward, Jerry had found Patterson and Hardy. “The medals look good on you, Jerry,” congratulated Hardy.

“Too bad I’ll never be able to tell anyone what they’re for,” Jerry joked. Unfortunately, it was true. The president had read a glowing but somewhat generic citation to the assembled group before giving the awards. The actual citation was classified. Anyone who looked in Jerry’s service record or those of any of the others would find a form instructing them to call a special office in the Navy Personnel Command, assuming they had the clearance.

“I’m sorry we couldn’t do more to help you, Jerry,” Joanna lamented.

“You were busy trying to stop a war,” Jerry said. “You’re lucky the Israelis only PNGed you. What will happen if they find out using
Reagan’
s fighters was your idea?”

“Oh, they know,” Hardy said, “and the problem is that I really liked Tel Aviv. I was hoping we could go back some time and play tourist.”

Joanna reassured him. “Israel and the U.S. need one another. We’ll sort it out. Give them time to see that we saved their rears, and elect a new government.” Putting a hand on Hardy’s arm, she turned to Jerry and said with considerable pride, “The president was very impressed with his diplomatic skills.”

“Which meant I know which end of the two-by-four to use,” Hardy joked. “I doubt if Andy Lloyd will want me in the State Department.”

“But I think you’re going to be offered a seat on the Foreign Relations Committee,” she countered.

They’d decided it wouldn’t be appropriate to come to the funeral, so Jerry had been grateful for the chance to see them.

At the gravesite, Jerry ended up sitting right behind Secretary of Defense Springfield, with Emily behind the chief of naval operations and Captain Guthrie behind the commander of the Special Operations Command.

It was almost instinctive for junior officers to be nervous in the presence of such senior officials, to defer to those who bore such great responsibility, but Jerry saw their presence as an acknowledgement by the chain of command of Higgs’s service and sacrifice. To Jerry, the real dignitaries were the rows of warriors filling the seats around him.

The service was very short—some prayers, a Bible reading, and a hymn sung by a vocalist from the Navy choir. The escort fired three volleys, which seemed surprisingly loud to Jerry, given what he’d experienced, and a bugler played “Taps” without missing a note. Then the six sailors acting as pallbearers pulled the flag taut and began giving it the thirteen folds, while a lone bagpiper, a retired Navy SEAL, played a solemn “Amazing Grace.” The honor guard finished their work with a neat blue and white triangle. Not a hint of red was visible.

The escort passed the folded flag to the commander of Seal Team Three, who knelt in front of Judy Higgs and handed her the folded triangle, the straight edge facing her. He started to speak, “On behalf of a grateful nation…” and the SEALs sitting around Jerry began to stand and form a line to one side of the casket. Jerry stood as well, and spotted Lapointe, who nodded to him and made space for him to stand.

The SEAL at the front of the line waited until the commander had finished and took his place at the head of the line. Then Lieutenant Ramey gently let go of Judy’s hand, stood, and walked over to join them. The SEAL commander helped Ramey, Higgs’s closest friend, but hampered by his cast, remove the gold SEAL Trident from his uniform blouse and position it on top of the casket. With two sharp raps, Ramey pounded it straight and square into the wood surface. Stepping back, he rendered a final salute to his friend, his comrade in arms. As Ramey returned to his seat, each SEAL came up in turn, added his own trident pin, and rendered honors.

As he stood with Lapointe, Jerry watched petty officers and commissioned officers, from third class to captain, remove their tridents and pound them into the casket.

As they approached the front of the line, Jerry whispered, “Good thing it’s not a metal casket.”

“We’d manage,” Lapointe said firmly.

Jerry took another step forward and saw Judy, holding Ramey’s hand. Her face looked drained, weary. She’d sacrificed much, but she wouldn’t be left behind. There’d be a long line of supporters to help her through the difficult days ahead; SEALs take care of their own.

Lapointe was the last SEAL in line. He slapped his trident into the wood, saluted, and hobbled away smartly. Now it was Jerry’s turn. Jerry removed his gold dolphins and carefully placed them in line with the other insignia, and gave them two sharp raps. The pins bit deeply into the lid. By now, two rows of gold tridents ran the length of the coffin, and he was adding to a third.

It was more than just saying good-bye. Even in death, they wouldn’t leave their comrade. He would never be alone.

~ * ~

1MC—General announcing circuit, shipwide public address system

ADC—Acoustic Device, Countermeasure

ADCAP—Advanced Capability

ASAP—As soon as possible

ASDS—Advanced SEAL Delivery System

ASW—Antisubmarine Warfare

ATT—Antitorpedo Torpedo

Bisht—A loose cloak worn on special occasions

BMC—Battle Management Center

BMP—A Russian armored personnel carrier. In Russian it stands for “Boyevaya

Mashina Pekhoty” and is translated into English as “Infantry Combat Vehicle.”

CAG—Carrier Air Group

CAP—Combat Air Patrol

CENTCOM—Central Command

CIA—Central Intelligence Agency

CJCS —Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff

CNN—Cable News Network

CNO—Chief of Naval Operations

CO—Commanding Officer

COB—Chief of the Boat

CPA—Closest Point of Approach

CRRC—Combat Rubber Raiding Craft, phonetically spoken as SIRK

CSG
—Carrier Strike Group

CT
—Cryptologic Technician

CVN
—Nuclear Powered Aircraft Carrier

DShK
—A Russian 12.7mm machine gun. In Russian it stands for “Degtyaryova-

Shpagina Krupnokaliberny” and is translated into English as “Degtyaryov-Shpagin Large-Calibre.”

GBU
—Guided Bomb Unit

GPS
—Global Positioning System

Growler
—Electronic warfare variant of the F/A-18F Super Hornet

Hadiths
—Written reports of statements or actions of Muhammad, or of his

tacit approval of something said or done in his presence

Halal
—A term designating any object or an action as permissible according to

Islamic law

Hijab—A term used to describe both the traditional head covering worn by

Muslim women and modest Muslim styles of dress in general

HUMINT—Human Intelligence

IAEA—International Atomic Energy Agency

IAF—Israeli Air Force

IED—Improvised Explosive Device

IR-40—Iranian 40 megawatt (thermal) heavy water reactor

IRGC—Islamic Revolutionary Guards Corps, aka Pasdaran

JO—Junior Officer

Ka-bar-
—U.S. military fighting/utility knife

Klick
—Slang for kilometer

KL
—Iranian copy of the Russian AK-47 assault rifle

KPH
—Kilometers per hour

MBITR
—Multiband Inter/Intra Team Radio

MEK
—People’s Mujahedeen Organization of Iran. In Farsi, it stands for

“Mujahedeen-e-Khalq.’’

MG-24
—A Russian submarine deployed acoustic countermeasure. The Russian

designation means “drifting compact device active sonar interference.”

MG-519Arfa
—Mine-hunting/collision avoidance sonar on Russian submarines