Category: Air Force

They wouldn’t have traded places with anybody, for anything—and that tells you everything you need to know.

If a sidearm can fire from a table without a finger on the trigger, it’s not a weapon—it’s a liability with a serial number.

While Kyiv burned under a record-breaking Russian drone assault and Hamas eyed a ceasefire deal with fingers crossed behind their back, President Trump saluted B-2 pilots at the White House—just not by name, because in 2025, even heroes have to hide. Welcome to Saturday, July 5th, 2025. This is your SOFREP Morning Brief.

We did more than send a message—we carved it into the bedrock with a 30,000-pound pen named MOP and left Tehran to read it in the dark.

After the U.S. dropped bunker busters on Iran’s nuclear sites, Tehran fired off missile barrages at Israel, kicking off a brutal exchange that’s drawn in Washington, rattled the region, and made clear this fight is only getting hotter. Welcome to Sunday, June 22, 2025. This is your SOFREP Morning Brief.

When the WC-135R fires up its engines and climbs into the stratosphere, it’s not chasing storms or enemy fighters—it’s hunting radioactive ghosts that might signal the world’s next nightmare.

On June 14, America’s stage splits in two: Trump rolls tanks down Pennsylvania Avenue for his birthday bash, while thousands from coast to coast march in protest, shouting ‘No Kings’ in a star-spangled standoff over patriotism and power.

Trump’s new ride may be wrapped in gold and gifted with a bow, but this Qatari jumbo jet is shaping up to be a four hundred million dollar headache masquerading as a bargain.

For the first time in years, the Army stopped chasing quotas with TikTok dances and started pulling in recruits with something far more potent—purpose.

James P. Fleming didn’t fly into danger for medals or headlines—he did it because six men needed saving and he was the last man left who could do it.

You didn’t drag your boots through a war zone so some HOA Karen in Scottsdale could tell you what color to paint your garage door—retire where your dollars roar and the sun doesn’t burn you to a crisp.

On a beach better known for rum drinks and sunburns, the U.S. Air Force turned the sky into a booming love letter to American air dominance.