Coronavirus has thrown us all into mud, but an end is in sight.

William H. McRaven
The Washington Post

 For a would-be Navy SEAL, Hell Week is the worst week of the toughest military training in the world. It is six days of no sleep, constant physical and mental harassment, and one “special day” at the Mud Flats. The Mud Flats are an area be­tween San Diego and Tijuana, Mexico, where the water comes together and creates a swampy patch of terrain, a muddy bog that tests your determination to be a SEAL. 

My training class had been out of the mud for a short peri­od of time when the instructors, looking to weed out the weak of mind and body, ordered the entire group of 55 men back in each man until there was noth­ing visible but our heads. We were all exhausted, numb from the cold and desperate to hold on. The instructors told us that we could all leave the mud – if just five men quit. It was the instructors’ way of turning us against one another. 

It was apparent that some of the trainees were about to give up. There were still eight more hours of bone-chilling cold. Several of the students started moving to dry ground; they were ready to quit. And then, one voice began to echo through the night – one voice raised in song. The song was terribly out of tune but sung with great enthusiasm. One voice became two, and two became three, and before long the entire class was singing. The instructors threatened us with more time in the mud if we kept singing, but the sing­ing persisted. Those of us stuck in the mud believed that if one of us could start singing when he was up to his neck in mud, then maybe the rest of us could make it through the night. And we did.

Today, the coronavirus has thrown us all into the mud. We are cold, wet and miserable, and the dawn seems a long way off. But while we should not be cavalier about the dangers of this pandemic, neither should we feel hopeless and paralyzed with fear. Hope abounds. 

We have the greatest scien­tists in the world working to create a vaccine. Health-care workers are pulling double shifts to care for the sick. Re­publicans and Democrats have come together to find solutions. State and local of­ficials are taking decisive steps to flatten the curve of infec­tion. Our economy is strong enough to survive even in these challenging times. The United States has an unmatched abil­ity to mobilize when called to action. More importantly, as we always have in times of cri­sis, Americans are rallying to­gether, caring for one another, showing the compassion and concern that have always char­acterized this nation of good people. 

Nothing in our immediate future will be easy. The number of cases will rise. The losses will increase. The market will stum­ble. But make no mistake about it, we will prevail, because the only thing more contagious than a virus is hope. We are all up to our necks in mud. It’s time to start singing.

McRaven, a retired Navy admiral, was commander of the U.S. Special Operations Commandfrom 2011 to 2014. He oversaw the 2011 Navy SEAL raid in Pakistan that killed Osama bin Laden. This article draws on a commencement ad­dress he gave at the University of Texas at Austin in 2014.