Placing the hood back over his head, Harvath and the SEALs transported Ahmad Yaqub from the dry deck shelter down into the USS Florida.

While they moved him. crewmembers were kept out of the gangways.  This way, if ever asked, they could testify that they never saw a thing.

Yaqub was put in dry clothes, cuffed to a bunk in a private berth, and covered with blankets.  A SEAL corpsman monitored him.  When he started to come around, he was given warm soup and hot tea to help bring his core body temperature back up.  Once the corpsman gave the okay, Harvath began to interrogate him again from the beginning.

He focused on Ismail Kashgari, the Chinese Muslim who had approached Yaqub for help in staffing the attack on the United States.  He was probing for inconsistencies in Yaqub's story.  He pushed him for every detail he could remember: their means of communication; where, when, and how often they had met; how money was exchanged; how much money was exchanged - all of it.  Harvath filled half a legal pad with notes.

An hour later, he changed the subject and asked about Khurarn Hanjour, the recruiter.  He now wanted to know everything he could about him - where he lived, how to contact him, who he associated with what mosque he went to, anything that could help them paint a better picture.

When he had exhausted the salient details about Hanjour the recruiter, he handed over the interrogation to a SEAL named Scobell, and stepped out into the gangway.

His mouth was dry and his head was pounding.  He needed a handful of aspirin, a bottle of water, and a cup of coffee.

Harvath stuck his head inside the berth next door and asked if any of the SEALs had any Vitamin M, slang in the SEALs for Motrin.  One of the men tossed him a bottle.

Harvath shook two pills into the palm of his hand and tossed the bottle back.  Thanking the SEAL, he headed down to the submarine's mess hall.

Entering the mess, he asked for a bottle of water.  On the wall was a plaque commemorating the Florida for being the first Ohio-class sub to ever fire a Tomahawk cruise missile.  At the other end of the room, a group of sailors were watching one of Harvath's favorite westerns - The Magnificent Seven with Steve McQueen.  He remembered someone telling him that it was the second-most-shown film in U.S. television history, second only to The Wizard of Oz.

In the Navy, you ended up watching any and every movie ever made.  There wasn't much else to do if you were under way and not on shift.  While Harvath had seen The Magncent Seven plenty of times in the Navy, the first time he ever saw it was with his father.

It was playing in a small movie theater in San Diego that occasionally revived popular Westerns.  He and his father had driven across the bay from their home on Coronado one Saturday afternoon to see it.  Harvath had been about nine years old at the time.

The film followed a team of gunslingers hired to protect a small Mexican village from marauders.  The villagers were farmers and didn't know how to fight.  The gunslingers taught them.

Harvath's father was a SEAL and the movie was a great metaphor for what they did.  It helped Harvath better understand his father.  It was full of great dialogue, with more than a few poignant lines.

Sitting there in the dark, Harvath watched his dad silently recite line after line by heart.  It had a profound impact on him.