George E. Hand IV

In the heart of war-torn Sarajevo, we stood our ground, orchestrating the General’s perilous jog through the ruins with the precision of Delta Force and the irreverence of a band of misfit guardians.

Facing death with relentless resolve, Greg Coker and his team embodied the audacity to rise, fight, and conquer against all odds—proving once again that true warriors never quit.

In the chaos of combat, the roar of the engine silenced by the enemy’s missile, I prayed and fought for survival with every fiber of my being, knowing my family was waiting for me to come home.

Guido’s sterling sense of humor and ease of nature made even the most mundane tasks seem like grand comedic escapades, forever immortalizing him in the playful cartoons I sketched throughout our years in Delta.

I tracked down a human trafficking ring in Albuquerque, identifying the pimp and his young victim within hours.

All Good Things… My time in A Squadron was essentially up. I had spent the last eight years with the same locker, in the same team room, on the same team. Two of my mates on my five-man team had died in those eight years. Samuel Booth Foster died of a heart attack while running […]

Guido, grinning under the weight of his gas mask, threw me a look that said, “If this isn’t the toughest fun I’ve ever had, I don’t know what is!”

In the thick of a smoky, adrenaline-fueled assault on a hidden underground fortress, Guido and I found ourselves leaping from the frying pan into the fire, literal and figurative both, as chaos reigned both below and above the ground.

At the Nevada Test Site, I played the system like a game, staying just ahead of the rules and the bosses.

K2, the epitome of quiet strength, taught me that true grit is not always shouted, but often whispered in the direst of moments.

I tweaked the optics in our dusty sedan, while Kay-Kay, ever the daredevil in disguise, bartered over Gouda at the Zelenica, blissfully unaware of the danger lurking just around the market’s corner.

In the murky twilight, the only truth I knew was the road ahead—crooked, uncertain, but ours to navigate as we chased ghosts cloaked in the fog of war.