Chris had a thought—he would go over and visit Mike. And then he found himself climbing down the ladder of his boat, careful not to rip the dress. He climbed up out of the dark and onto the boat, where Mike was sitting in a deck chair.
He got into his dinghy and began rowing toward Mike’s boat. Chris stepped out in bare feet, in the little black wig and some lipstick and blush that he didn’t really know how to apply.
Chris was 30 years old then, living on a 48-foot wooden William Garden ketch that he’d bought in a state of disrepair for ,000 and fixed himself.
He opened a Sam Adams, the beer of patriots, and had a seat.
If you consider that five years ago there was no such person named Kristin Beck, you could say that I’ve known her for 30 percent of her life.
That first time I saw Kristin, in 2014, she was a vision.
He would serve during the first Gulf War; fight pirates across the Horn of Africa; drive into Iraq in 2003 ahead of the invasion.He’d undressed to his shorts, stuffed his clothes in a plastic bag, and swam the half mile to the sailboat he lived on—it was cheaper than sharing a house, like most of the other, younger SEALs stationed in Coronado did. He would leave it spotless, because he never knew when fate would dictate that he wouldn’t be the one opening it up.It was part of the process of shipping out, a ritualized preparation for death that would always have a kind of dreadful power over him.Back when she was a member of SEAL Team 6—Kristin Beck liked to grow her beard real long.But as disguises go, that was nothing compared with the life she lived as a man.