A good opinion piece from the WaPo. One of their stable of "right leaning" op-ed folks happened to be sitting at a table with Admiral McRaven at the annual White House Correspondents’ Association dinner. You know the deal; the press corps' attempt to pull off a Dean Martin Roast of sorts, usually topped off with the President taking jabs at the self-and-mutually-impressed attendees (press and Hollywood grandees typically). Much back slapping, pate.' and fine wine. The last few paragraphs encapsulate things nicely:
I asked McRaven what it’s like to wake up every day and know that you’re the one who brought down bin Laden. Does he open his eyes and think, wow, I did that? No, he smiles and shakes his head. “It’s our job. It’s what we do.” No one at the dinner posed for a picture with McRaven, except (at my insistence) his hostess for the evening, Post reporter Karen Tumulty. A fifth-grade classmate of McRaven’s, Tumulty persuaded him to attend the dinner. As the crowd followed Kardashian down the hall and others grabbed Clooney for one more photo, McRaven slipped out of the room and down a hallway into the night. Just like a year ago after Abbottabad — unnoticed, unrecognized, uncelebrated. Ignoring the best while celebrating the least — it’s what we do.