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Shawn Ryan opens by welcoming Eric Frohardt and explaining their connection through Eddie Penny, a mutual Gold Squadron teammate who has also influenced both men's faith journeys. Frohardt arrives with a gift of his own for Ryan, but is quickly upstaged when Ryan presents him with a SIG Sauer Rattler — a suppressed short-barreled rifle in .300 Blackout, donated by SIG Sauer and Silencer Shop. The exchange is warm and comedic, touching on suppressor legality in Nebraska, and Frohardt shares which firearms he used at DEVGRU: primarily the HK 416, a P226 sidearm, and occasionally the 417 for sniper work.

With 20 days until departure, Frohardt explains the climb's purpose: raising funds for Global Partners in Hope, an Omaha nonprofit he sits on the board of after a serendipitous connection through his former DEVGRU commanding officer, Admiral Scott Moore. The organization builds self-sustaining water wells and medical treatment facilities in French-speaking West Africa. Frohardt makes the stakes visceral — a lack of clean water forces children to spend their days fetching it instead of attending school, and a $180,000 treatment center could save hundreds of mothers and babies who currently die because C-sections are unavailable. The 44-mile, 7-night Kilimanjaro expedition, covering 7,000 feet of elevation gain to 19,400 feet, is framed as a chosen hardship that mirrors, in a small way, the unchosen hardship of those they are helping.

Frohardt paints a vivid picture of rural Iowa life: a small town, a nurse mother whose calm was infectious, and a mountain of a father whose energy and work ethic were equally influential. The Frohardt farm ran corn, soybeans, and hogs — up to 800 acres — but it was the year-round hog operation that consumed his childhood. Farrow-to-finish hog farming, he explains, is relentless and thankless: no glamorous Yellowstone narrative, just dirty, low-margin labor. Yet he wouldn't trade it. The farm installed accountability (if the pen was left open and hogs escaped, you owned it), physical toughness, and the ability to work through discomfort — all of which he would later draw on in BUD/S. His father, who could still beat him in a 40-yard dash at graduation and couldn't fit his finger through a Glock trigger guard, was simultaneously terrifying and nurturing.

Frohardt's high school football career was promising enough to earn him second-team all-state linebacker honors, but at NIACC community college he quickly discovered his D-I ambitions outpaced his talent — the linebackers were bigger, faster, and more athletic than he was. Rather than dwell on failure, he absorbed football's lesson: the person you become chasing a goal you never reach may be the real reward. That lesson crystallized on one unforgettable night when, three or four Natural Lights deep and watching G.I. Jane in a dorm-room converted into a party space, Frohardt stood up and announced he was going to join the Navy and become a SEAL. A friend immediately scoffed that he couldn't do it. That was all the motivation he needed. He visited the recruiter the next morning — still hungover — and enrolled in the Delayed Entry Program.

From May to October 1998, Frohardt underwent what he calls one of the most purposeful seasons of his life. Armed with a stapled, 15-page BUD/S Warning Order printed from the recruiter's office, he built a training apparatus from scratch in his family's Iowa farm: a pull-up bar from a barn rafter, dip bars in the machine shop, a carpet scrap as his PT mat. The routine was relentless — 2-mile fin swims in the local rec center pool (88 lengths, multiple times a week), farm work all day, and evening runs as long as 6 miles — sometimes in boots between farm sites. The Christmas dinner reveal to his parents captures the emotional core: his father, this enormous, energy-filled man, simply looked down and told him he thought Eric would be one of the few who made it. That moment of unconditional paternal confidence became a touchstone.

Boot camp was largely unremarkable for the supremely prepared Frohardt — except for two things. First, he encountered Matt Bissonnette in a neighboring division; the two would go on to share virtually every milestone of early SEAL service, from BUD/S and Team 5 to DEVGRU, with only a kidney surgery separating their timelines. Second, near graduation, Frohardt was hit by agonizing side pain for the first time. It ruined his family graduation visit, leaving him curled in a fetal position in his parents' hotel room. Navy doctors diagnosed him with IBS and constipation. They were catastrophically wrong — the pain was a blocked kidney, a condition that would recur through some of his most physically demanding training and combat situations, ultimately costing him the organ.

Frohardt's BUD/S performance was quietly excellent: consistently top-5 in runs, a strong swimmer despite having never been in the ocean before A-school, solid on push-ups and sit-ups, and excellent on the obstacle course thanks to farm-grip strength. He passed every timed evolution and test on the first attempt. Then Hell Week arrived, and on Steel Pier — already one of the most grueling nights in all of BUD/S — the kidney pain struck again. The medics gave him laxatives. He spent Hell Week managing both a probable kidney stone and diarrhea simultaneously. After securing, he went to medical and had both big toenails ripped out for ingrown complications. The class started somewhere around 190 and graduated 22 total, 19 originals. Frohardt's analysis of what makes someone survive selection is nuanced: measurables, pedigree, and appearance predict nothing. It is the ability to return to baseline after being brought low — and a burning need to prove something — that actually carries people through.

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Frohardt had wanted the East Coast, already eyeing DEVGRU as his long-term goal. Instead he got Team Five — longboards on the grinder, a volleyball net in the compound, and a new commanding officer, Tom Dietz, who abolished mandatory PT in favor of self-directed training and a Friday group workout that always ended at noon with kegs. Despite the culture shock, Frohardt flourished. He earned his Trident through what he describes as one of the toughest Trident Boards on the West Coast: a nearly 10-hour gauntlet in cammies with face paint, carrying a ruck between stations covering diving, MARSOPS, land warfare, weapons disassembly, dive chart writing, static-line rigging, and Zodiac repairs. Shortly after earning his Trident, he was plucked early into a platoon to replace an injured operator.

Frohardt's first deployment was supposed to be a PACOM tour — Australia, Philippines, Thailand — but 9/11 changed everything. He watched the second plane hit from a team hallway in Guam, and by the time the intel briefings mounted, the platoon was flying toward Kuwait to replace a Team 3 element doing VBSS. He ended up logging 20+ real-world non-compliant shipboardings, including one night lead climb on a moving vessel into Iranian waters where the grappling hook was barely hooked on a lip and he went up alone. A second memorable boarding involved cutting a reinforced steel door with an oxygen torch while standing in rising ankle-deep water, getting partial voltage from the torch battery through a metal lifeline, and then — on the same night — watching his radioman Jack Carr, weighed down by a radio, slip off the Mark V and fall into the Northern Arabian Gulf. Carr survived; his strobe lit him up through the team's night-vision goggles.

Sniper school in Coalinga, Northern California — weeks of living in tents, prone on yard lines — was supposed to follow Frohardt's first deployment. Instead it became another endurance test. The kidney pain returned; after a night in hospital on Vicodin, he was told to take his UKD (Unknown Distance) test or go home. Still pharmacologically relaxed, he had his spotter dial the scope and squeezed the trigger — and earned the top score. Stalking phase followed, but by then he was losing weight rapidly and his eyes were sinking into his skull: Valley Fever, contracted from fungal spores in Coalinga dust. Fellow SEAL Mike Ritland contracted the same disease, lost part of a lung, and was medically retired. The SEAL Teams have never returned to Coalinga for training.

At Fort Chaffee during IAD training, the kidney pain didn't pass after two or three days as usual — this time it lasted four. His OIC Clint Bruce took him to see his urologist stepfather, who used contrast X-ray to finally make the correct diagnosis: massive kidney stone trapped in a ureteral scarred by years of damage. The sound-wave procedure worked, but follow-up surgery at Balboa revealed the kidney itself was a distended water balloon — 8 hours on the table to remove it safely, a scar that nearly required a rib removal, and a fiancée who sat waiting through what was supposed to be a 90-minute procedure. He signed the non-deployable waiver on morphine, never read it, and within six weeks was marrying Leah in a Navy dress uniform on Pearl Harbor Day. Two weeks after that, he deployed for nine and a half months.

With the Iraq invasion underway, Frohardt's platoon was rerouted to Okinawa, then to joint exercises in Thailand, the Philippines, and Australia — frustrating for a combat-hungry SEAL who knew the real war was elsewhere. He stayed an extra month to cover a sister platoon down a sniper. Back stateside, he landed in TRADET (the NSW training detachment), went to Shawsville seven times in 18 months, and taught VBSS and oil platform takedowns as one of only two instructors in the unit who had actually boarded a live vessel. This period benefited him greatly: when he screened for DEVGRU, he had more CQB reps than most of his peers. He arrived at Gold Team just as it was officially renamed Gold Squadron — making him a plank owner of the newly minted command.

Frohardt describes arriving at DEVGRU as a culture shock in the best sense. Every specialist in every domain was available. Operators kept personal weapon cages and could train on the range without signing anything out. The compound felt, he says, like a Death Star with everything imaginable on-site. But the deeper revelation was behavioral. The best operators he observed weren't just technically superior — they were the most humble. They cleaned the high bay, took out the trash, and treated every practice rep as if their lives depended on it, because they did. Frohardt articulates a concept that became central to his post-military career: you don't rise to the occasion, you fall to your level of preparation. Humility is what makes preparation possible, because the person who thinks they've made it stops training. At DEVGRU, no one could afford to stop.

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The Super Bowl Sunday story is told with grim, visceral precision. The troop expected a stand-down; instead, an HVT in their AOR forced a launch. Three buildings, three assault teams, simultaneous breach. The operation unraveled immediately when Eddie and Dom's element was compromised and roughly 15 vest-wearing fighters began running toward them, detonating themselves. Frohardt held a door alone, engaged a vest-wearing, AK-carrying fighter from three yards, then entered to find a barricaded shooter whose AK went off first — but whose detonator had already failed on the suicide vest, and whose rounds all missed. Frohardt ran his wall, fired while moving, and survived. Minutes later, the radio traffic turned to casualties: four teammates shot, two killed. That night ended with him placing Mike Coke in a body bag on a helicopter.

Between two devastating nights — the Super Bowl Sunday deaths and the IED that would come — Louis Safran approached Frohardt. He beat around the bush, searching, Frohardt says, for answers about why good men like Mike and Nate die while bad men don't. Frohardt knew what Louis was really asking. But he was afraid. He didn't have all the theological answers, and he thought he needed to. He changed the subject. Two nights later, Frohardt was leading his team to a building when he stopped to engage fighters through a window — a split-second tactical decision that saved his life. The building detonated. Safran, who had moved up at the last minute, was crushed under a concrete roof. Others suffered double compound femur fractures, full pelvic fractures, broken limbs. Frohardt was blown 30 feet by the window's overpressure, bounced off a compound wall, and came to with a severe concussion. His regret — not speaking about faith with Safran — became the catalyst for his entire spiritual transformation.

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Ryan reveals that his uncle died just days earlier on a fishing charter — peacefully, with his son beside him, at his parents' 50th anniversary gathering — and the conversation pivots from combat to mortality in a personal way. Both men talk through the paradox of fearing death as a father not for themselves but for what their children would face without them. Frohardt goes further, explaining that while he saw horrible things and made life-or-death decisions in close-quarters combat, he has no PTSD nightmares. He credits this entirely to his faith and daily practice of prayer and Scripture. He also reveals he twice volunteered to enter buildings suspected of being rigged to explode rather than send full assault teams — because he knew where he was going if they detonated, and wasn't sure his teammates did.

The revelation is almost darkly comic in its bureaucratic absurdity: for seven years, Frohardt deployed to some of the most dangerous missions on earth in direct violation of a medical waiver he had signed while high on morphine, never read, and never had explained to him. The Bureau of Navy Medicine only discovered it when required to approve his Purple Heart. His commanding officer at DEVGRU was baffled. The med board eventually confirmed he couldn't continue deploying; he was offered a training role at the command and could have used it as a bridge to 15 years for a better retirement — but at nearly 12 years in, he couldn't imagine staying another decade without deploying. He walked out of DEVGRU weeks before a scheduled deployment, with no college degree, no civilian job, and three kids to feed.

The transition from warrior to civilian was the hardest period of Frohardt's life — harder, he says, than kidney stones in Hell Week or surviving IEDs. His identity was the Trident. Without it, he had 18 months without a paycheck, no degree, no team. The turning point came around 2012 through a faith-based men's business networking group in Denver that used the concept of 'abiding' — staying close to God through daily practice. Frohardt started reading the Bible, praying, and journaling. A month became a year. He has now read the Bible cover-to-cover every year since. He describes his morning with precision: 5 to 6 AM, prayer (structured around relationships from Leah to country to finances), then the Word, then journaling, then a walking prayer during his workout. His claim: the energy returned from one hour of investment is at least seven hours of output — and he attributes this practice to his absence of PTSD symptoms and his success in business.

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The origin story of Frohardt's marriage is charmingly absurd: mandatory night out after a month on Kodiak Island, Leah wasn't supposed to be there, and within half an hour of meeting, she told him she was going to marry him. They were married within 18 months, six weeks after getting engaged, because he was deploying in January. The wedding was in Vail on Pearl Harbor Day with him in his Navy dress uniform. He reflects honestly that their 24-year marriage succeeded despite deploying 280-300 days per year at DEVGRU — attributing it to faith, shared church attendance, and a philosophical shift from 50/50 to 100/100 commitment. He credits Leah with carrying far more than he did and notes that looking through old party photos from Virginia Beach, many of the couples captured with them are now either divorced or one spouse is dead.

A team leader asked how many pull-ups Frohardt could do, then told him he was going to be the lead climber. He had never climbed a rock face. After just two short training trips and 8 total days of experience, the DEVGRU lead climber team decided to tackle El Capitan, the 2,500-foot granite wall in Yosemite. Day one on the wall was Frohardt's 10th time wearing a harness on real rock. They climbed it over three days, hauling 100-pound bags, sleeping on portaledges 800 feet up in the dark with the cots spinning six feet from the wall due to an overhang. On descending to the meadow, the group spotted a young Alex Honnold studying the wall. The program then escalated to Denali under Heath Robinson and Aconcagua under Rob Reeves — both of whom died in the 2011 Extortion 17 helicopter shootdown, lending these mountaineering memories an additional layer of grief.

Frohardt's civilian career followed no straight line. He started with security consulting, then raised money to build a gun range in Denver because existing facilities wouldn't allow drawing from holsters or rapid fire. The range ran 40-50 employees at peak. He then moved to Strong First — Pavel Tsatsouline's global kettlebell and strength organization, which Frohardt had encountered at DEVGRU — leading its 4,000 instructors across 30+ countries remotely before Zoom existed. After that came three years running NRA's Education and Training division, commuting to Fairfax from Denver. By 2020 he was freelancing across a beverage company, an energy company, and various consulting roles, while steadily building a speaking career focused on elite teams, leadership, and culture. He now serves as Chief Standards Officer at Goldenrod Companies — Omaha's real estate investment and development group — a role he stumbled into when he went to pitch a speaking gig.

Asked what he would tell the next generation separating from the military, Frohardt is direct: your first civilian job is not your calling, it is your next step. Stop planning the perfect move from the valley floor. Take a base hit. Aim at something, move toward it, and let your aperture open as new opportunities reveal themselves in motion — including, as happened to him, an unplanned CEO-level role discovered at what he thought was just a speaking gig meeting. The episode closes with Frohardt leading a heartfelt prayer for Shawn Ryan, his family, his team, and all viewers of the show, followed by Ryan's standard CTA to like, comment, subscribe, and review.