Sixty thousand, actually, if you go by this WaPo article:
Stefan Templeton seems quite the hero. Still, there's something walt-ish about him, isn't there?On May 14, 2008, President Bashir's Sudanese armed forces razed Abyei, killing hundreds of civilians and displacing more than 30,000 into the bush. Templeton's "humanitarian corridor," according to Kuall Deng of the U.N. Mission in Sudan, "worked as it was supposed to and saved many thousands." On June 6, Templeton returned to Abyei, where he was assigned by the Sudanese Reconstruction and Rehabilitation Committee as the liaison between the SPLA and the NGO community. Recent reports suggest that the bulk of Abyei's Dinka and Christian citizens have fallen back to Agok, awaiting the referendum in 2011, while most of the Missiriya have relocated to Abyei's outskirts. As of this writing, Abyei is all but deserted.
Two weeks earlier: I am standing in Stefan Templeton's Mount Pleasant living room.
"What's that stand for?" I ask. His combat boots, tan and well-worn, about to be packed into his duffel bag, have the letters A+/NKDA Sharpied across the back. He folds his satellite phone into the bag, his massive frame hunched over what looks like an Army-Navy surplus sale.
"Blood type, no known drug allergies. In case I can't speak for myself."
I notice a parabolic listening device in a plastic Domke case, a cattle prod, an EMT bag, a flak jacket and shortwave radio gear. I don't know of any humanitarians who have cattle prods and listening devices, but, then again, I don't know any humanitarians.
Have I discovered the world's first heroic Walt?Although I wasn't able to verify it, Templeton said that at the institute, divers who showed promise were quietly trained in underwater military operations by the instructors. According to Templeton, his instructors told him that if he underwent this specialized training, his tuition would be waived, on one condition: He'd have to agree to sign on as a NATO frogman at the end of his enrollment. Templeton wanted the skills Â¿ he was a junkie for all things tactical. But on the eve of the completion of his studies, he decided that the structure of a life in the military was not something he could abide, so he snuck out of the barracks. With money borrowed from his grandmother, he made his way to the Scottish highlands, where he studied downed-aircraft water rescue, firefighting and emergency medical training for divers through Scotland's Robert Gordon University and its adjuncts. There was rappelling. Fire. Action.