Author: Brandon Webb

Turbo told me it was the most intense firefight imaginable. “We shot so many of these guys,” he said, “and they just kept coming and coming.”

The Rock is the final hurdle before graduation for Olga and JJ the two badass female Navy SEAL candidates.

Oz just laid this guy out. Punched him so hard that he broke his nose, knocked him out, and severed a vein. There was blood everywhere.

On April 14, 2009, I drove into the heart of downtown San Diego to hunt down an address I’d been given via e-mail. It was a little hole-in-the-wall off Market Street. Inside, the guy running the place ushered me into a tiny room, where he sat me in a chair in front of a green-screen […]

The one thing that beats any drug is flying; being at the controls of a plane and cranking wrenches on its engine.

Instructors joke that nobody can hear you scream on “The Rock” and there couldn’t be a truer statement; There would be plenty of screaming.

With my knack for spotting and Glen Doherty’s natural gifts as a shooter, we made a deadly Navy SEAL Sniper team.

You can’t sanction a Saudi Prince for killing a dissident when American leaders use the same playbook when it’s convenient, and offshore.

The current climate in New York was beginning to look like that military prisoner of war camp in the movie ‘The Great Escape.’

I was hoping Joe Biden would have his shit together enough to start looking at the world differently, but that’s clearly not the case.

The first time Olga felt the rumble of the M60 in her hands she was hooked, like a heroin addict shooting up dope; she couldn’t get enough.

Lying there, facedown in the sand with these four hardcase psychopaths doing their best to break me, I got what SEALs call a fire in the gut.