SEAL insists he alone KOd Osama

EX-NAVY SEAL team shooter Robert O’Neill is unwavering in his claim: He alone pumped two bullets into Osama Bin Laden, killing the architect of the 9/11 attacks. He’s telling the tale in a new book. In “The Operator: Firing the Shots that Killed Bin Laden,” he lays out in detail what went down that night inside the compound in Abbottabad, Pakistan.

While controversy still swirls around O’Neill’s version of the May 2, 2011, raid, much of it centers on his breaking the Special Ops code of silence.

But he remains unequivocal in his colorful telling — while kicking the military hornets’ nest once again.

His book comes five years after “No Easy Day,” fellow SEAL Mark Bissonnette’s account of the operation. He agreed to surrender the $6.8 million in proceeds from the book for his use of classified information and violation of a nondisclosure deal.

In O’Neill’s version, he was trailing five or six other SEALs climbing the stairs to the compound’s second floor when when Bin Laden’s son Khalid appeared on the half-landing with an AK-47.

A CIA analyst had informed the fighters, “If you find Khalid, Osama’s on the next floor.”

And she provided a phrase now uttered in Arabic and Urdu as the son cowered behind a bannister: “Khalid, come here.”

The confused terrorist poked his head out and shouted “What?” He was shot in the face. Once upstairs, the men spread out to search the rooms. In the compound with Bin Laden were three of his four wives and 17 children.

The point man kept his weapon trained on the third floor, at one point taking a shot at a figure briefly appearing behind a curtain to the entryway.

O’Neill kept his hand on the point man’s shoulder. The two were alone on the stairway, convinced that whoever was on the third floor was strapping on a suicide vest for an explosive last stand.

The point man finally spoke: “Hey, we got to go, we got to go.”

O’Neill recounts the single thought that instantly filled his head: “I’m f-----g done with waiting for it to happen.“He squeezed the point man’s shoulder, the signal to charge — and then burst past the curtain.

The point man tackled two screaming women to the floor. If they were wearing suicide vests, his body would have absorbed the blast — giving O’Neill his shot.

Bin Laden stood near the bed, his hands on the shoulders of the woman in front of him. She was later identified as Amal, the youngest of his four wives.

According to O’Neill, she was the figure behind the curtain. It turned out that she took the point man’s bullet to the calf while acting as a human shield for her spouse. Now it was O’Neill’s turn. “In less than a second, I aimed above the woman’s right shoulder and pulled the trigger twice,” he writes. “Bin Laden’s head split open, and he dropped.

“I put another bullet in his head. Insurance.”

According to other members O’Neill, the of the team rushed into the room only after he placed a 2-year-old boy found cowering in a corner alongside Bin Laden’s widow on the bed.

“What do we do know?” asked O’Neill, whose mind had gone blank after pulling the trigger.

One of his U.S. comrades laughed. “Now we go find the computers,” he responded.

“Yeah, you’re right,” said O’Neill. “I’m back. Holy s---.”

And the soldier replied, “Yeah, you just killed Osama Bin Laden.”

A harrowing 90-minute flight returned the squadron to camp in Afghanistan. Bin Laden’s shattered head was pressed back together to take identifying photos at the scene.

Now the corpse was laid out in an open body bag. The point man and O’Neill walked the CIA analyst over to take a look.

“Stone-cold, stone-faced, she said, ‘Uh, I guess I’m out of a f----g job,’” he recalled. “Then she walked away.”

The killing took place a long way from his childhood in Butte, Mont., before he spent a decade in the Navy and eventually became an elite SEAL killer.

His first kill came in 2006 as part of a strike team charged with flushing out the network harboring Abu Musab al-Zarqawi, an Al Qaeda leader in far western Iraq.

One year earlier, Zarqawi masterminded the bombing of three hotels in Amman, Jordan, frequented by Western diplomats. The death toll was 60 with 115 wounded.

O’Neill’s five-man team included Jonny Savio (a pseudonym). Three years later, the sniper took out the Somali pirate holding Capt. Richard Phillips hostage aboard the merchant ship, Maersk Alabama.

Inside Building 1-1, the raid took on the feel of a funhouse horror show when a man with an AK-47 suddenly popped out of a doorway.

O’Neill learned in that moment he was fearless in a gunfight.

“The combination of adrenaline, muscle memory, and superhuman focus leaves no psychic room for fear,” he writes. “My only emotion in the actual moment was . . . curiosity.”

The team’s biggest, toughest guy took down the enemy soldier with a bullet to the face. A British transfer, identified only as Andy, confirmed the kill.

The combat veteran looked down at the corpse to see a face split open “like a melon dropped on a cement floor.”

His casual comment signaled that combat was officially underway: “Oh, he’s f----d, mates.”

Gunfire crackled and bullets whizzed over O’Neill’s head. He credits his survival to the lousy aim of his enemies.

“What I came to understand