Jesse Ventura LIED About Being a SEAL Says Navy SEAL Commander!

crew-22312This piece was sent to me by a UDT specialist.

seal-trident-at-1.40.41-PMThe entire Spec. Ops. community and the U.S. Navy Seals know that Jesse Ventura is a wind bag and little more.

He wishes to remain anonymous, so I’ll refer to him here only once as Frog Man.

This is an absolutely fantastic article.

“Jim, As you’ll recall we exchanged some emails awhile back regarding Jesse Ventura and the UDT/SEAL Chris Kyle brouhaha. 

images-1Please note who posted the picture above.

That would be Marcus Luttrel of “Lone Survivor fame”

I recently stumbled across the article I’ve attached by Bill Salisbury, and for my money it’s the best article ever written on the topic, at least it’s the best that I have seen.

Jesse Ventura LIED About Being a SEAL Says Navy SEAL Commander!

I have taken the liberty of adding some informative asides and sidebars — all of which are enclosed in “square” brackets […].  Also, all of the “bolded” words and passages were done by me (with the exception of the first UDT “chant,” which was already bolded in the original article).”

Hey Jesse, did you get your SEAL Team cap on Ebay or Amazon? Alright, on closer look it says you were in the class of 68 not that you graduated.


One of the comments that Salisbury makes really struck home with me — he essentially says that back in the day no Frog would have claimed to be a SEAL (and, of course, vice-versa).

Man was that ever true — everyone in the Teams would have considered such a statement lunacy.

Shortly before beating the shit out of any a–hole crazy enough to make such a claim.  🙂

But nowadays — I don’t know.  I tend to think that the whole UDT/SEAL squabble is much ado about nothing, a tempest in a teapot.  And yet — IMO Salisbury makes a d–n good case for never conflating the two Teams.

James Janos, AKA Jessee Ventura….


Jesse “The Great Pretender” Ventura?

Was Jesse a SEAL or a UDT Guy?

by Bill Salisbury

San Diego Reader

December 2, 1999

Shortly after the 1998 gubernatorial elections, everywhere you looked

on TV he seemed to loom from the screen: that great domed head anchored

by a linebacker’s neck to a professional rassler’s torso. And you heard him

rattle off one-liners such as, “Sure I can be a good governor for Minnesota!

It’s not like I’ll have to transplant kidneys!”

I first saw Jesse “the Body” Ventura before the election on Comedy Central’sThe Daily Show.

A pert young woman was interviewing him at his horse farm near Minneapolis, asking what he thought, as a former Navy SEAL, about Demi Moore’s going through training in G.I. Jane.

“Demi Moore,” he replied in that now-famous buzz-saw voice, “has great breasts!”

Well, I thought, Jesse certainly looks and sounds like many SEAL’s I’d known during my 16 years in the Teams.

But I’d never known or even heard of him.

Was Jesse for real or was he one of those politicians who sometimes fudge their military affiliation with elite units? I mean, maybe he’d only worked on a staff or been aboard a ship that once participated in an exercise with


But Jesse made a comment during the interview that somewhat eased my doubts about his bona fides. “SEALs,” he said, “certainly are different.

We don’t wear skivvies.”

Only a Team guy – SEAL or UDT – and those with whom he closely associated would know this verifiable truth. Skivvies – Navy lingo for underwear – were for lesser mortals such as pencil-necked sand crabs (civilians) or black shoes (ship drivers).

Real men didn’t wear skivvies. But they did wear massive Rolex diving watches with Tudor movements, just as Jesse wore during his interview.

The above riff on Skivvies is likely a joke, we wore Skivvies, and I was a propaganda writer in the U.S. Army.  HA.

Entire article below.

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[Sidebar: Skivvies (underwear) are quickly dispensed with by all BUD/S

trainees because of the chaffing caused by beach sand. In my case it

became an ingrained habit that stayed with me for many years.]

Jesse’s reference to skivvies also suggested he had pulled liberty in

Olongapo, aka Po Town: the legendary city in the Philippines that had

offered fleshly delights to generations of sailors who passed through the U.S.

Navy base at Subic Bay until the base closed a few years ago. Frogmen from

underwater demolition teams – but not SEALs – enjoyed six-month

deployments to the PI during the Vietnam War and were so prized among

the Po Town bargirls that the girls would sometimes “do it for love.” And the

girls delighted in screaming “skivvie check!,” which meant every man jack

and mate in the bar would have to drop his pants to verify if he was or was

not of UDT. The girls would often follow their skivvie checks with cries of “big

watch, little dick, bumfuck UDT!”

The bargirls had no similar slogan for SEALs, who were rarely seen in

Olongapo during the war. SEALs from Team One on the Strand and Team

Two in Little Creek, Virginia, deployed to detachments (dets) in Vietnam:

SEAL Team Two Det Alfa in Binh Thuy (terrorizing the VC and luckless

peasants in the delta); SEAL Det Bravo in various places (doing dirty deeds

for the CIA); SEAL Team One Det Da Nang (running mercs up north in

Nastys); and SEAL Team One Det Golf in Nha Be (helping keep the Long Tau

shipping channel more or less open from the South China Sea to Saigon).

I had firsthand knowledge of all these dets, some of which would periodically

shift locations, but I was especially familiar with SEAL Team One Det Golf,

where I served as officer-in-charge of three SEAL platoons for much of 1967.

I also knew a lot about Det Alfa from SEAL Team Two, because I was the

executive officer of that Team in 1970. Both SEAL Teams were awarded

coveted Presidential Unit Citations. UDTs received none.

I didn’t know much about UDTs 11 and 12 then, even though they were

homeported on the Strand like SEAL Team One. The UDTs rotated their

platoons through a headquarters in Subic Bay, where many of the frogmen

relived high school glory days playing football on base and freeballing it

through Po Town on liberty. The frogmen in Subic never once lost a

sleepless second to the fear of mortar rounds in the perimeter or Charlie on

the wire. So was Jesse a SEAL or merely a frogman, that is, a member of

an underwater demolition team?

In search of an answer from the horse’s mouth, I read Jesse’s blockbuster

autobiography, I Ain’t Got Time to Bleed. The chapter on his Navy career

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from 1970 until 1974 is entitled: “Navy seals.” References to SEALs saturate

the 26-page chapter. Here’s a sampling:

“[M]y brother, Jan,had joined the Navy SEALs a few years earlier.” (p. 60)

“When [Navy recruiters] found out [I was] interested in joining the SEALs,

they zeroed in: ‘Don’t you want to be part of the most elite? The best of the

best?’ ” (p. 62)

“One day [in boot camp] we attended a presentation by the Navy SEAL[s]

they showed us a film called The Men with Green Faces. In Vietnam, the

SEALs were known as the Greenfaces, because they wore camouflage green

and black.” (p. 64)

Jesse took a screening test at boot camp to qualify for what is called Basic

Underwater Demolition/SEAL (BUD/S) training conducted at the Amphib

Base. Those who completed BUD/S, when Jesse was in training, were sent to

either a SEAL or an underwater demolition team. Graduation did not,

however, authorize the trainee to call himself a SEAL or a UDT frogman. He

had to first successfully complete a six-month probationary period in the


© Bill Salisbury, used with permission.

Next: What’s the Difference Between SEAL and UDTs?

What’s the Difference Between a SEAL and a UDT?

Here’s a mini-dump on the distinctive origins and missions of these organizations.

UDTs had their genesis following the U.S. Marine invasion of Tarawa. The invasion

beaches were ringed with underwater coral formations hidden from the Marines.

Landing craft slammed into the coral and took deadly fire from the Japanese. Many

Marines drowned as they attempted to reach shore more than half a mile away.

After Tarawa, the Navy established UDTs to conduct preinvasion, hydrographic

reconnaissance from the 3 1/2-fathom curve to the high-water line. The UDTs located

and destroyed man-made and natural obstacles that threatened a landing. You may

have seen the romanticized version of UDTs at work in films such as The Frogmen,

starring Richard Widmark. Jesse says this is one of his favorite movies.

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The Navy drew its UDTs from Naval Combat Demolition Units. These units probably

had more strategic impact than SEALs and UDTs combined in any war: they cleared

Normandy beaches before the invasion and took nearly 80 percent casualties.

SEALs trace their origin to a WWII Navy commando unit called Scouts and Raiders.

This unit recruited from college and professional athletic teams. Scouts and Raiders

operated primarily in Europe and North Africa collecting beach and hinterland intel.

Scouts and Raiders also attacked enemy coastal targets. They were not joined at the

hip with the Marines, as were the UDTs.

My first boss in the Navy was Phil Bucklew, the most famous Scout and Raider of them

all. Bucklew was a thrice-passed-over commander on the brink of forced retirement

when, as a fresh-caught ensign, I reported aboard an obscure amphibious staff to work

for him.

At six-four or so and going maybe 250, Bucklew was every bit as scary looking as

Jesse. Bucklew had played pro football as a fullback for Cleveland before War Two, as

he called it. But I never saw him lift weights or snarl at anyone. The guy used to grin and

laugh a lot. Maybe because he saw the humor in having been passed over in favor of

midgets. I mean, here’s a guy who was drenched in medals like Navy Crosses and

Silver Stars and had a Ph.D. in education from Columbia. Passed over in favor of

midgets, but absolutely no bitterness or vanity in the man, just lots of charismatic


And, oh, the places he’d gone and the stories he’d tell. Like the intel trek across China,

being handed off from one partisan group to another, checking out Japanese

fortifications along the way. Owing to his size and inability to speak Chinese, the

partisans disguised him as a deaf mute.

Yes, he told magnificent stories, which had much to do with my becoming a SEAL. But

Phil Bucklew never wrote a book. Or inhaled steroids.

Bucklew was rescued from forced retirement when President Kennedy championed

unconventional warfare to counter communist guerrilla “wars of national liberation.”

Kennedy resurrected the Army’s Special Forces and ordered the Navy to commission a

force of commandos called Sea-Air-Land (SEAL) Teams. The acronym represented the

elements through which the commandos could assault or recon their targets. Two

teams of 10 officers and 50 enlisted were drawn from experienced members of UDTs

11 and 12 stationed in Coronado and UDTs 21 and 22 in Little Creek, Virginia. All the

frogmen were volunteers and only the best needed to apply. The SEAL Teams more

than doubled in size during the Vietnam War.

The Navy promoted Bucklew to captain and placed him in overall command of SEAL

Team One and UDTs 11 and 12. His staff was first designated Naval Operations

Support Group One and later became Naval Special Warfare Group One.

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Trainees for the SEALs and UDTs completed the same fabled basic course conducted

on the Strand; however, during and after the Vietnam War, SEALs underwent

specialized training at such places as the U.S. Army Ranger and Special Forces

schools. Frogmen never went near Rangers or Snake-eaters.

The difference in training reflected the difference in missions: SEALs in platoons of 12

to 14 men went looking for the VC and NVA in the swamps, paddies, and jungles of

Vietnam; UDTs in platoons of 22 men conducted hydrographic recons in advance of

actual or anticipated Marine amphibious landings. Most of these recons were “admin,”

or unopposed by the enemy. UDTs mainly floated around the South China Sea on ships

with Marine battalion landing teams as part of what’s called an amphibious ready group

or ARG.

In recognition of the differing missions, the Navy classified frogmen as “5321s” and

SEALs as “5326s.” The SEALs and frogmen also had different unit cartoon totems:

Freddie the Frog and Sammy the Seal.

These are not distinctions without differences. No one from UDT during the Vietnam

War would dare misrepresent himself as a SEAL. Consider this:  SEAL Team One,

with roughly the same number of men as UDT 12, had 34 killed during the war. I

knew many of them. UDT 12 lost but a single man. 34:1.

This is not to say frogmen couldn’t acquit themselves just as bravely as SEALs during

those very rare times they found themselves in the shit. Although UDTs deployed to

Subic and primarily embarked aboard Navy ships as part of the ARG, they would also

send small units to operate out of Da Nang and a Navy base on the Ca Mau Peninsula

called Sea Float and later Solid Anchor. This base was at the mouth of the Cua Long

River near the Nam Can Forest – a very hot area. The few frogs temporarily stationed

in Nam had the primary mission of blowing up abandoned enemy bunkers and

other fortifications. Much larger Army and Marine forces secured the area while

the frogs did their demo work.

On two such operations, however, members of UDT 12 encountered the VC and

reacted with stunning courage. On 21 January 1970, Chief Hospital Corpsman

Donel Kinnard led an assault that saved his men from being overrun by the VC.

He killed an enemy officer in hand-to-hand combat and was awarded the Navy

Cross. A week later, Chief Shipfitter Guy Stone assaulted an enemy ambush and

killed several VC. He was also awarded the Navy Cross. (Stony had been a SEAL

for many years before joining UDT.) You can read about these isolated instances of

UDT 12 combat in SEALs: UDT/SEAL Operations in Vietnam, by T. L. Bosiljevac. You

can also read many, many more accounts of SEAL combat actions in this fact-packed

book written by an active-duty SEAL officer. But don’t expect much analysis or critical


So was Jesse a SEAL or a UDT guy? And if a UDT guy, had he been in the shit?

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Jesse graduated with BUD/S class 58 in December 1970, about a year after Stony and

Kinnard churched those VC in the Nam Can Forest. Jesse predictably dwells on the

excruciating pain trainees must endure to prove themselves. He tells an oft-told tale of

petty cruelty by an instructor. If a trainee had loose skin from torn blisters on his hands,

the instructor would rip the skin away from one hand and order the trainee to do the

same to the other. The instructor called this loose skin “flappers.”

But Jesse makes no distinction between those trainees who went to SEAL Teams and

those who went to UDTs. He claims to have been a SEAL, as in these observations

about going to Army Airborne School at Fort Benning immediately after BUD/S.

“[Airborne instructors] make you drop for push-ups whenever they drop one SEAL, we

all drop.” (p. 73)

“The second night we were [at Fort Benning], we snuck out and climbed up their water

tower with a can of spray paint, and painted ‘SEAL Team One’ on the side.” (p. 73)

There it is: Jesse was in SEAL Team One. He speaks of his pride as a SEAL: “We’re a

proud organization. If anyone tries to pretend they’re a SEAL, God help them. You have

to earn the right to be a SEAL warrior.” (p. 81)

But Jesse confuses things by making a single reference, among all the SEAL

prattle, to his service in UDT 12: “[After BUD/S] we were sent to our teams. I was

part of Underwater Demolition Team 12.” (p. 71)

That’s it. Nothing more about UDT. Only SEALs.

© Bill Salisbury, used with permission.

Next: Can a frog become a SEAL?

Can a Frog Become a SEAL?

Well, maybe he served with both SEAL One and UDT 12. Many of us had been with

UDTs before going to SEALs. The Navy, for example, ordered a platoon of UDT 12 men

led by Lieutenant Ed Gill, from whom you’ll hear later, to turn in their swim trunks for

SEAL One field greens. The SEALs needed fresh meat to replace combat losses. None

of the men volunteered. Not one had engaged the VC in a firefight, although they had

made a tour to Nam with UDT 12. After their first week in Vietnam operating with SEAL

Team One Det Golf, most of the men were either dead or wounded.

My own brief experience in UDT before becoming a SEAL shows how some frogs

feared a transfer to SEALs – a transfer that was there for the asking.

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After I graduated from training with class 38, I was ordered to UDT 11 as the operations

officer. I had not been the usual trainee, who in the main was young, dumb, and full of

cum. Jesse was probably like that when he entered training at 18.

I was a 26-year-old lieutenant who had served a combat tour in Vietnam assigned to a

Marine outfit called First anglico. I’d worked out of Quang Ngai City up in I Corps. I was

with Marvin the Arvin (the South Vietnamese) during the futile defense of Ba Gia and

more successful ops like Starlight and Piranha. I thought many of my BUD/S instructors,

who had never been to Nam and would never go, were muscle-bound “run-for-your-

lifers.” I didn’t see them as the supermen Jesse extols in I Ain’t Got Time to Bleed.

I’d been out of training and with UDT 11 for a few weeks when our executive officer

called a meeting of all officers. I remember that meeting with the clarity of a Santa Ana-

swept sky.

About 15 of us assembled before the XO, who was seated behind a fake mahogany

desk flanked by the U.S. and Navy flags. The XO had been an outstanding swimmer for

the Naval Academy and looked every inch the frogman: sleek, suntanned, and

muscular, with a Kirk Douglas dimple in his chin. Although not a ‘rassler, he’d earned

the nickname “Gorgeous George.” He could have modeled for a cologne called Cock

and Balls.

George began with an apologetic tone in his otherwise crisp, military speech: “SEAL

One took another hit in Nam. An officer had the top of his head taken off by a B-40

round or something.”

George paused and studied us through fierce black eyes set in a bronze face with the

skin stretched so tight you could almost divine his skull. George cleared his throat and

said: “I know you all volunteered for UDT and not SEALs. But the SEALs are

taking so many hits, they’re running out of people. I don’t blame you for not

wanting to go over there. But the writing is on the wall. Bureau of Personnel

called and said, ‘Send an officer and do it now!’ “

Uneasy shifting of feet. Someone coughed. No one spoke. George continued: “I’m

asking for a volunteer. I don’t want to force anyone. Do I have a volunteer?”

A muttered “fuck” from the group, but nothing else. I gazed at those officers, the

absolute cream of American manhood, graduates of the most physically

demanding military training the world had to offer. Hairy-chested frogmen able to

leap tall buildings in a single bound. But not today. Dyin’ time, they all knew just

as surely as Jesse would have known, was a hell of a lot closer if you were a

SEAL. 34:1.

So there they stood, mute, playing pocket pool. No one raised a hand; no one stepped

forward. I recalled a chant from training:

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Hoo Yah, Hoo Yah,

Who are We?

We are the Men


Airborne, Ranger, UDT,

Ain’t Nobody

Gonna Fuck with Me!


[Sidebar: Here’s a chant that I remember from BUD/S:

Eat Bite Suck Fuck


I’m a fucking Frogman

Who the fuck are you?!

 Jim]

The webfoot warriors filed out. I stayed behind and told George: “Look, I’ve been to

Nam. I don’t mind another tour with SEALs. I’m single and don’t have any pressing

plans for grad school. Don’t have to take care of a sick parakeet.”

“Hey, Bill, that’s great! But I have to check with BUPERS and Captain Anderson at

SEAL One to see if they’ll waive the six-month probationary period.”

“Why not get on the horn with Captain Bucklew too?”

“Great idea!”

My excellent adventure as a SEAL began that very day before the sun had vanished

beyond the Coronados. Fresh meat. Welcome aboard.

Not all men from UDT were run-for-your-lifers. Many frogs later had their own excellent

adventures as SEALs, and those who survived love to woof about it for fun and profit.

Here’s how one woofer, Rad Miller Jr., describes his metamorphosis from frog to

SEAL in Whattaya Mean I Can’t Kill ‘Em?:

“Although our base in Coronado was shared with SEAL Team 1 (they had half,

UDT Teams 11 and 12 had the other half separated by a concrete wall), we didn’t

mix during working hours. We did party together though. Frogs were good. But

SEALs were in a class by themselves. They were warriors, and had a mystique

about them that said: ‘Don’t fool with me, I’ll tear you a new asshole.’

“I was attracted and impressed. On the one hand being a Frog was fun; on the other,

there were also no real challenges ahead.

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“Then the clincher occurs that will change my life. I was hanging in the area filling dive

tanks when I saw a platoon of SEALs all geared up for a training exercise they were just

bristling with weapons. I go to the office and submit a transfer request. They need

SEALs for Vietnam and my transfer is immediately approved–God help me now.”

Still in search of an answer to the question of whether Jesse had ever been a SEAL or a

frogman in the shit, I obtained a roster of UDT 12 that included his name. Looking down

the roster, I saw Jesse and I had mutual acquaintances, one of whom was Artie Ruiz.

Although Artie had never been a SEAL, he had been one of those rare frogmen who

certainly had been in the shit. All you need do was take one look at his back,

pockmarked with old shrapnel wounds, to know he’d been there.

Artie had been dinged while single-handedly keeping the VC from swarming his

disabled patrol boat. Every soul on board save one had been either killed or seriously

wounded in an ambush. Artie, who is about the size of Audie Murphy and as soft-

spoken, fought off the enemy with a handheld M-60 machine gun at a range of 25

yards. He got a Bronze Star to go with his Heart. Should have been a Navy Cross, but

enlisted guys don’t have a strong lobby with the Awards Board like officers do.

I called Artie at his home in National City. “Yes, I knew Jesse and Jan,” Artie said. “They

were the Janos brothers. Jesse in those days was known as Jim ‘the Dirty’ Janos and

his brother was Jan ‘the Clean.’ “Jan was a four-oh sailor. Squared away. Jim was a

great guy, but he didn’t care much about having a spiffy uniform or regulation haircut.

He didn’t believe much in showers, either.

“Jim belonged to a motorcycle gang in I.B. [Imperial Beach – along the shore south of

Coronado, near the Mexican border] The Mongols or Mescaleros or something. I’m not

sure. But I remember how he used to come roaring up Highway 75 every morning

before quarters, wearing his colors and torn Levi’s, reared back on his Harley hog. He’d

zoom around the asphalt grinder, do a wheelie or two, then park and shift into the

uniform of the day – UDT swim trunks and blue ‘n’ gold T-shirt.”

Changing one set of colors for another?

“You could say that. Then, after a day of fun in the sun, he’d shift again and tear up the

road back to I.B. and the In Spot, a tittie-flop bar where he worked as a bouncer. Jim

maintained order, but not too much. You had to get really outa line for Jim to toss you.

But toss you he could. Jim wasn’t as buff then as when he became Jesse ‘the Body’

Ventura, but he was on his way.”

Jesse ever in a SEAL Team?

“Oh, no. Spent his entire time in Team 12. Never had a SEAL NEC.”

Could you explain about an NEC, what it means?

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“Means Navy enlisted classification. It’s a code all enlisted guys have that tells what

their warfare specialty is. UDT guys were 5321s and SEALs were 5326s. Had to serve

in a SEAL Team for at least six months before you qualified as a 26.”

Jesse ever in the shit like you or Stony?

“Oh, no. At least not that I heard of, and I probably would have known if he’d been in

anything serious [italics added]. But I don’t hold that against him. He was a good

teammate. Just a little loco.”

© Bill Salisbury, used with permission.

Page 4: Next: More war stories

More War Stories

I selected another name from the roster and talked with Gary “Bones” Bonnelli, who

is now communications director for the San Diego Association of Governments. Gary

was a reluctant interview for a communications director, but at least he returned my call.

Got any good Jim “the Dirty” Janos stories for me?

“C’mon, Bill. I mean, I didn’t know Jim as well as his brother, Jan. Jan and I were

running mates. Jim didn’t report aboard until more than a year after Jan.”

No stories, huh?

“I’ll tell you this. Jim said more within 15 minutes of crossing the quarterdeck than Jan

did his entire time in 12.”

Were you in Nam with Jim?

“No. I was in the Nam Can. I think he was floating around with the Marines on the ARG

in the South China Sea. Maybe he did some admin recons.”

Was he ever in SEAL One?


To get a little more depth and check out my take on Jesse’s book, I dropped by the

Amphib Base to talk with retired SEAL Master Chief Dick Ray, who had been a

legendary BUD/S instructor during the ’70s. Before that, Dick had been assigned to my

det in Nam as a cover for his work with the CIA in their notorious Phoenix program. I

gave Dick his paycheck every month, ran some interference for him with the Plumbers,

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and wrote the obligatory messages after he was hospitalized with an assfull of VC scrap

metal. He got the Silver Star for that op and a one-way ticket home.

We talked in his office, where he’s toiled for many years as the assistant athletic

director. I showed Dick I Ain’t Got Time to Bleed and asked what he knew of Jesse. “I

may have put him through training, but not if he graduated in ’70. I didn’t become an

instructor until ’71. Now, I knew a guy in UDT 11 or 12 who was named Janos. But this

was a scrawny kid whose claim to fame was he could ejaculate while doing one-armed


I asked Dick if he’d ever heard of a “flapper.” “A flapper valve? Yeah, that’s the rubber

valve on an open-circuit regulator. Keeps the water out when you breathe.” I said that’s

not the flapper I meant and told him the story about the instructor ripping the flesh away

from a trainee’s hand. I asked if he’d ever done that. He laughed and said: “You shittin’

me? I left blisters to corpsmen. I never touched a trainee. Hell, you didn’t have to.

Mostly I just played with their minds. Of course, every once in a while I’d put them in the

hurt locker. But all you needed for that was a cold ocean and a beach full of soft sand.”

I asked if he knew the instructor and if the instructor had ever been a SEAL in Nam.

“I knew him. He was never in Nam as a SEAL that I heard of.”

I showed Dick a photo in Jesse’s chapter “Navy SEALs,” of men in wet suits about to

drop through an opening in the floor of a helicopter. Jesse had captioned the photo:

“SEAL operation. That’s me on the right.”

I asked Dick if this was a SEAL op. “Nope. That’s a UDT swimmer cast through the

hellhole of an H-46 Sea Knight.”

I asked Dick about the different NECs for UDT and SEALs. He didn’t pause: “5321 for

UDT, 5326 for SEALs. Anyone who’d only served in UDT before the Teams combined in

1983 couldn’t truthfully claim to have been a SEAL.”

I told Dick that Jesse had left active duty in 1974.

“Couldn’t have been a SEAL, then.”

I thanked Dick for his time and left.

Although Jesse will talk incessantly about everything else, he is curiously closed-

mouthed when it comes to his experience in Nam as either a SEAL or a frog. He usually

claims he took a vow when he returned from Southeast Asia never to speak of what

he’d done. Sometimes he invokes his dead father’s memory to justify his silence. His

father was a decorated WWII veteran, but Jesse says he never knew this until after his

father had died.

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During his controversial Playboy interview – littered with SEAL but not UDT references –

Jesse flat stonewalls questions of his wartime experience:

Playboy: You’ve never talked about what you did as a SEAL overseas. Did you do

anything you’re ashamed of?

Ventura: No.

Playboy: Would you like to talk about it?

Ventura: No.

Playboy: Have you ever killed anyone?

Ventura: You don’t ask a question like that – it’s inappropriate.

Consider the obvious: Jesse may not talk about what he did as a SEAL in Nam because

he doesn’t have anything to talk about. Why does the media let Jesse get away with


Sycophantic old SEALs and frogs have quite likely thrown the media off the scent.

These Team guys attended his inaugural and have appeared on the platform with him

at other public events. They speak of his duty as a SEAL, however cautiously, on TV.

I saw an example of how old SEALs cover for Jesse when I recently watched his

biography on the Arts and Entertainment Network. One of my contemporaries,

inaccurately identified as Jesse’s former commanding officer, was practicing the art of

the conditional on Jesse’s behalf, talking about what Jesse would have done in

Vietnam: “When he deployed with his platoon to Vietnam he would have gone out with

the intent of doing grievous harm to the enemy. He would have gone to set ambushes,

he would have gone to extract villagers for intelligence purposes, for interrogation.”

As Jesse’s so-called commanding officer listed all the things Jesse would have done,

film footage of SEALs in the bush rolled across the screen, contributing to the

misleading impression Jesse had been a “SEAL warrior.”

As I watched and listened, I thought: that’s right, mate. If Jesse had been a SEAL he

would have done those things. But he wasn’t a SEAL. He’s just a great pretender with

the help of sycophants like you.

Time now to hear from Ed Gill, the UDT 12 officer who had his platoon shot out from

under him within one week of reporting aboard for duty as a SEAL in Det Golf. Ed and

the few remaining SEALs able to function after the VC ambushed their boat on the Vam

Sat River cleared the kill zone and lived to fight another day. Ed and Chief Petty Officer

Herb Ruth received Silver Stars for their heroism and Hearts for their wounds. As for the

rest of the platoon, they had altogether too much time to bleed. Three of Ed’s 12 men


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“I had no idea,” Ed said as we talked about the ambush and Jesse not long ago, “of

what was going on. We were hardly off the airplane at Tan Son Nhut when an officer

who’d been in-country several months told me to jock up for a patrol. I’d played football

with the guy at the Academy and knew him then as very aggressive.

“He was in charge of the mike boat and the operation. We inserted about noon along

the Vam Sat. On the way to the insertion point, I noticed the river was heavily bunkered,

but we didn’t draw fire. If we had, we were pretty well armed: machine guns along each

side of the boat, a Honeywell 40-millimeter grenade launcher on the coxswain’s station,

a 60 mortar and a 57 recoilless rifle on the stern. Boat was really slow with all that

armament. Could make maybe six knots max.

“We inserted and hadn’t patrolled more than 100 yards from the boat before the VC

started sniping at us. Officer on the boat said to move forward. We did. Then someone

got hit, not bad, and we retreated to the boat.

“We went out the same way we came in, and the VC really slammed it to us from those

bunkers. We returned fire. The noise was like nothing I’ve ever heard before or since.

“We somehow managed to clear the ambush with only a few more wounded. Then my

teammate from the Academy decided to go back in and duke it out. That’s when we got

butchered. I was hit in the chin with shrapnel; the corpsman hauled me down behind the

gunwale to stop the bleeding. Dan Mann, my assistant platoon leader, took my place

and commenced firing. Next thing I know Dan tumbles down beside me dead. Shot

through the ear, it looked like. I used to think he took the bullet meant for me. I don’t

think about that so much anymore.

“A B-40 or maybe a round from our 60 exploded overhead. I looked up at Herb Ruth on

the Honeywell. His face had been scorched raw by flame, but he kept on grinding out

the 40 mikemikes.

“We were able to break contact and call in dust-offs. One of my men, Don Boston, was

dead and another, Bobby Neal, died a few days later. The rest of us were wounded in

one way or another. Those of us who recovered and continued to operate for the next

seven months got some payback, but nothing could ever make up for what happened to

us on the Vam Sat. We just weren’t prepared. I got almost nothing out of UDT training

that helped. All the muscles in the world wouldn’t have saved us. I felt so frustrated I

ordered the Marine Corps platoon leaders correspondence course. Later on, we did

some decent SEAL ops, but not in the beginning. Hell, a Marine sergeant knew more

about leading a patrol in Nam than I did at the beginning.”

The talk turned to Jesse. I asked Ed if he’d heard of “the Body.”

“Yeah, I’ve seen him on TV. Quite a guy. I like his politics and I understand he was a

SEAL. I didn’t know him. Did you?”

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I told him what I knew of Jesse. “I am sorry to hear that. If he was only in UDT 12, he

sure as hell wasn’t a SEAL. Big difference between being in UDT 12 and SEAL One.”

I asked Ed if he thought Jesse could have received a transfer from UDT 12 to SEAL

One during the war.

“Sure. Could probably have put his chit in at morning quarters and been standing tall on

the SEAL grinder by afternoon quarters.”

Quite by chance, I recently happened upon another old SEAL in a downtown deli. We’d

been in Nam together and in UDT 11 after the war. He was one of several former

SEALs who came to UDT 11 while I commanded the Team during the late ’70s. Some

of these SEALs referred to themselves as “the Junkyard Dogs.” Not a sun-worshiper or

bodybuilder in the bunch. But lots of Navy Crosses, Silver and Bronze Stars, and Purple

Hearts – none cheap.

My friend, whom I’ll call Jake, is active in the retired community and said Jesse

had been the main topic of discussion during a recent meeting of an organization

called Old Frogs and SEALs.

“Guys are of two minds,” Jake said. “Some don’t think he should be holding

himself out as a SEAL, while others think it’s okay. Say it’s good publicity.”

What do you think?

“I think the Teams got all the publicity they need. Don’t need any more. I’m reading a

book, Stolen Valor, that exposes men who lie or exaggerate about having fought in Nam

with elite units. That’s what Jesse’s doing when he claims to have been a SEAL. He’s

trading on the valor of others. He hasn’t earned the right to call himself a SEAL.”

So there it is. Does Jesse trade on the valor of others when he pretends to have been a

SEAL? He styles himself an honest, uncomplicated man: what you see is what you get.

He should set the record straight. Hell, nothing to be ashamed of about having been

a frog. UDTs have a noble tradition. When Jesse was a frog, they jumped out of

airplanes, locked out of submarines, and blew shit up. But frogs didn’t often fight

and die like SEALs did in Nam.

© Bill Salisbury, used with permission.

The End


9 of 68

Fwd: Fwd: Fw: Send SEALs to DC


Jim O’Neill

Attachments7:00 AM (1 hour ago)

to me

Jim, As you’ll recall we exchanged some emails awhile back regarding Jesse Ventura and the UDT/SEAL Chris Kyle brouhaha.  I recently stumbled across the article I’ve attached by Bill Salisbury, and for my money it’s the best article ever written on the topic, at least it’s the best that I have seen.

I have taken the liberty of adding some informative asides and sidebars — all of which are enclosed in “square” brackets [].  Also, all of the “bolded” words and passages were done by me (with the exception of the first UDT “chant,” which was already bolded in the original article).

One of the comments that Salisbury makes really struck home with me — he essentially says that back in the day no Frog would have claimed to be a SEAL (and, of course, vice-versa).  Man was that ever true — everyone in the Teams would have considered such a statement lunacy.  Shortly before beating the shit out of any a–hole crazy enough to make such a claim.  🙂

But nowadays — I don’t know.  I tend to think that the whole UDT/SEAL squabble is much ado about nothing, a tempest in a teapot.  And yet — IMO Salisbury makes a d–n good case for never conflating the two Teams.

In any event, I will continue to not lose any sleep over the whole affair.  🙂

On Thu, Nov 5, 2015 at 10:35 PM, Flight014 wrote:


I can’t Facebook because of the Feds snooping.

Check out 5321, you’ve got to be a Frogman to enter the site. Most of my Frogman buds love it.


JC <>

7:38 AM (1 hour ago)

to Jim

This is enough information for several articles. I loved your lead, may I use it with the pseudonym of frog man?  Please advise it was on the nails, loved it.

BTW  I’ve found several new articles, where Seals have come out and said the Obama take down was a hoax by Seal Team VI, nothing really new to me since I had written over 25 article on it.  Please get back to me ASAP I want to go with your lead.  Frog Boy could work, we are still young enough to pull that off.  HA

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6 Responses to Jesse Ventura LIED About Being a SEAL Says Navy SEAL Commander!

  1. Dave the Differentiator says:

    The issue of “Did Jesse Ventura serve in the Military?’ is separate and apart for what the name of the unit he served in was called at the time.

    The UDT/SEALS distinction is important in describing the level of physical skills each member had which generally depended on the time of service.

    I was trained in the Army first as an Infantry Rifleman in 1968 and then as Medic. I ended up my service in the Civil Affairs group which was all college graduates at that time and we did strategic planning for various events at the time. My training is obsolete today and these same guys are way more qualified and skilled than I ever was, but I still served and completed my military commitment.

    The issuer is distinguishing between those who served and those that did not.

    John Kerry is a much better target because he is a lying piece of shit.


  2. JCscuba says:

    Ah come on Dave, Kerry is a multiply decorated veteran who’s Swift boat men loved him and had he not shot himself, they would have for the sake of their own lives and the country. Thanks for your service. J.C.


  3. Jim L. says:

    I realize this article is a few years old now but, there’s a short video on youtube regarding the subject of your article.
    Don Shipley who posted the video, is a former Navy Seal who has taken it upon himself to ‘out’ fake Seal claimants across the country (stolen valor) and is well respected in the Teams.
    Mr. Shipley can confirm that Jan Janos (Jesse ‘The Body’ Ventura) was indeed a UDT/Seal and completed the same training every UDT/Seal Team member completes. Don further explains the distinction between UDT & Seal is in name only and is akin to splitting hairs. Ventura claiming he’s a Seal to save himself an explanation on what a UDT means, everytime someone asks is reasonable. If someone like Mr. Shipley doesn’t have a problem with Mr. Ventura claiming he’s a Seal, who are we to say otherwise?
    On Chris Kyle, a person has a right to clear his name and set the record straight, period. Mr. Ventura was defamed, so he sued Mr. Kyle’s publisher’s insurance company. It’s all business at that point. If Mr. Kyle’s widow is ‘enduring further suffering’ the thanks for that is due to her husbands lie. This could lead to a whole discussion on Heros and the glorification of war. The moral of the story is that, sometimes people do heroic things but, they are just human and humans make errors. Chris had a chance to come clean before was murdered tragically but chose not to.
    To be a hero you must have honor, an honorable man doesn’t lie or make up stories.
    Chris Kyle’s death does not diminish Jesse’s right to clear his name. End of Story.


  4. Jimmy Gaboda says:

    The gentleman above is correct in everything he said except Jan Jano was Jesses older brother. Jim Janos is Jesses real name..Don Shipley stated and l quote “Jesse completed BUD/S training and is a pipe swingin bad ass. UDT or SEAL team is randomly assigned upon graduation so don’t make it sound like he doesn’t have the right to say it like he was a supply clerk and falsely claimed it.Please don’t take offense ifyou were a supply clerk..l have 100% respect for anyone who served in our military


    • Barb O'Dwyer-Moore says:

      Thank God & Country, there still exists men who will readily come to the aid of a Brother in Truth and not Classification or Rank. Alas, the rest can kiss my ass!


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