Starman: The Green Beret superhero who was meant to be there

This event took place during my Green Beret assignment with 1st Forces at Ft. Lewis in Washington state. I was in the Personnel Office when an officer there slid a paper listing the latest men who were to be assigned to our battalion’s A-co.

“What am I looking at here, Sir?”

“Take a look at the third name on the list: Sergeant First Class Philippe St. Arman”

“Ok yeah, so…?”

“St. Arman – STARMAN – we done got us a superhero, perhaps even one of the Galactic class.”

Well if that weren’t enough of a peach right there, every team in the Green Berets needed at least one superhero. Yeah, strong work if you could get one. But to get a superman of universal scope and realm… well, we’d all lose our jobs cuz there would be no more wars.

Starman was assigned to our battalion’s B team. My team was the A-Team of the battalion, the Water Borne Operations Team. C team was our High Altitude Parachute Operations Team.

Royal Moroccan Special Operations jump from a Boeing CH-47 Chinook at high altitude during exercise African Lion 2022 at Tan Tan, Morocco, Africa, on June 23, 2022. AL22 is U.S. Africa Command’s largest, premier, joint, combined annual exercise hosted by Morocco, Ghana, Senegal, and Tunisia, June 6 – 30, 2022. (U.S. Army National Guard photo by Sgt. Christopher Hall)

There was prestige that came with being on either of those two teams as they came with monthly hazardous pay of a couple of hundred extra dollars. It certainly wasn’t a mint, but it was certainly bragging rights and that meant something to most Green Berets… but maybe just not Starman so much. He was just happy to be on any team in the Green Berets doing honorable work.

I saw Starman over the next few days on and off, here and there. By the gods, I swear to you a brass farthing that the mighty Man of the Star couldn’t have been more than a photon taller than 5′ 4″ tall… thhhaaattt couldn’t be, no! The jury just stumbled back out the door, foolishly thinking they were to adjourn.

Now Starman gazed my way knowing he had not been introduced to the cowardly combat diver from A Company. I gestured a chin tip his way but otherwise retreated with my tails between my legs. Poorly played, I faulted myself; played like like a turtle in an ass-kicking contest. My good friends understood my lack of temerity to face and introduce myself to my new comrade.

Sam, another operator from our team, and I sat in the dining facility together. I didn’t realize I was stuck where I sat as Sam called over:

“Starman… come over and have a sit; I have someone I want you to meet.” At that moment the definition of Sam in my mind became, “as of or pertaining to be an asshole, assholic.”

Meh, the day was nonetheless upon me: “Geo, this is Starman, Starman, Geo.”

“Nice to meet you, Starman, a real pleasure!” I said.

Tasty food’s off the menu when Starman is around. (Creative Commons)

“The pleazhah is all mine, Geowge.” There was some intel on the guy right there – he was an East Coaster New England Bostonian, a thing I liked because Bostonians always beguiled me with their accents and vocabulary. We ate and chatted and then he finally remarked: “see you like yoh cowan, Geowge (I see you like your corn, George).”

“Yes and…?” I replied.

“Well that an awful lot of salt and buttuh, yoh putting on that cowan theh, my friend.” (Starman was a medic and monitored all his soldiers’ health).

That did it. That is a pet peeve of mine – don’t EVER covet or criticize my food… I will immediately remove myself from the dining table, and so I did.

“Well, guys… my bedtime. I’ll be heading to my room for a beer.”

“Beeah… alcohowl?? How many beeahs a night do you have?”

We were who we were, and we got over it and moved toward a solid team friendship. I came to learn that Starman, despite his stature, was quintessentially fearless and aggressive. Those two adjectives are very important to my opinion of men who conduct close-quarters combat (CQC).

A man who is essentially fearless and very aggressive is a man – is THE man – who will run into blind tight quarters with a gun blazing. He is the essence of the indoor combat fighter. With such a man you have right there at face value some 75 percent of what you need for a well-rounded CQC fighter. But I had yet to measure his gall.

The jump

It was a dark and stormy night. Thunder crashed and the wind gnashed.

“The weather always flip-flops at EENT(End of Evening Nautical Twilight – the dawn).” Or so said the jump queers who would rather jump than go to their daughter’s wedding.

But really, it was stormy and getting on toward evening when we established an outpost to support low-level static-line parachute jumps. My lift was to be the last for the day. It was a crap shoot by the time it came to board the ship a CH-47 Chinook medium transport helicopter.

A CH-47 Chinook like the one we used to jump on that rainy night. (U.S. Army)

My aircraft bore command that evening by his excellency man of star – the Starman, Lord of the heavens. Through him flowed the spirit and protection of St. Michael, the patron saint of paratroopers and parachute operations.

The great airship thundered in idle where it sat on the ground waiting for orders to lift. It began to rain and the winds veered up to a squirrelly speed and demeanor. A cheer sounded across the helo, as the men knew we do not operate in such winds and in the rain. It was just a sucking ass-wound of a mess out there and no night for even a spirited paratroop.

“STARMAN!!” Our senior sergeant roared viciously and with a look of sheer frustration on his face.

“STARMAN, WHERE’S MY DAD-BLAMED JUMPMASTER?? THE SON OF A BI***H COMMANDER WILL NOT CANCEL OUR JUMP, SO GET IT ON!!”

A few of the men indicated for him to look down. When he did so he saw the Starman standing close, head about chest-high and looking up at him with the resolution of a badger about to keep a chicken coop awake all night.

So, the CH-47 took off.

With the men all hooked up and ready to jump the weather gave us one last kick in the gut. It was then that Starman, the patron saint of all the most dangerous jumps, turned around from his position at the exit portal to address us, face dripping with rain.

His eyes lied to us in their bulbous appearance, but his actions showed us all the truth. He took a couple of quick steps back to us, jumpers, and called out in earnest, tapping his chest sternly with his four fingers.

“ME, MY NAME IS STAHMAN AND I MEANT TO BE HEYUH TODAY – WE JUMP!!!”

Pararescuemen from the 82nd Expeditionary Rescue Squadron prepare for a night jump from a C-130 Hercules over Grand Bara, Djibouti March 20, 2017. (U.S. Air Force photo by Tech. Sgt. Joshua J. Garcia)

With that he twisted about and flung himself through the jump portal, 17 petrified paras followed right behind him. As soon as the wind train grabbed hold of me, I found myself performing a personalized variation of Tchaikovsky’s Little Swans from his Swan Lake Suite. It was an effeminate dance but I did it (I’m sure) with all of Tchaikovsky’s intended grace.

Seventeen versions of one dance or another were performed in the sky that night, as all the world and the heavens were truly our stage. In minutes, all was over and we sat huddled in the dark under a light rain waiting for transportation to come get us.

“So, Geowge…what is that dance called that you wuh doing up theh tonight?”

“It’s called the Shut the Fuck up, Starman dance… want to learn it?”

Some para then said, “I’ll order us pizza when we get back; we sure deserve it!”

Starman replied, “Pizzer? Ya know… that’s just a whole lotta empty calories, a pizzer is…”

By Almighty God and With Honor,

geo sends

Feature Image: A 1st Special Forces Command (Airborne) Soldier during a wreath-laying ceremony at the gravesite of former President John F. Kennedy in Section 45 of Arlington National Cemetery, Arlington, Virginia, Oct. 17, 2024. This ceremony is held yearly to commemorate President Kennedy’s contributions to the U.S. Army Special Forces, including authorizing the “Green Beret” as the official headgear for all U.S. Army Special Forces and his uncompromising support to the regiment. (U.S. Army photo by Elizabeth Fraser /Arlington National Cemetery/Released)

Editor’s Note: This article was originally published in October 2022. It has been edited for republication.

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