Entertainment

From “Rainbow Flights” to “Secret Squirrel Stuff,” Air Force slang is hilarious, sharp, and only makes sense if you’ve worn the uniform.

Nat Geo’s Top Guns: The Next Generation takes you inside Navy fighter pilot training, where every flight could make or break a career.

In this video, Big Phil shows us the mighty “32-pounder cast iron flank defender” cannons used to protect to fort again invasion. We also get to see the change Florence Nightingale made in bettering the standards of the troop’s medical care.

In a world where Russia bellows bravado and breaks treaties, the U.S. answers with silent, deep-sea patience—four to five Ohio-class submarines are lurking in the shadows, each armed with dozens of warheads, holding the still-fragile threads of deterrence tight as New START’s expiration looms next year.

For the cost of a disposable lighter, get full access to SOFREP and the unvarnished truth as told by some of the finest military writers in the business today.

We’re one late-night mushroom cloud away from realizing the only fallout shelter most Americans have is their comments section.

In the shadowy waltz of Cold War espionage, the CIA’s heart attack gun wasn’t just a weapon—it was the grim poetry of paranoia rendered in steel and poison.

The Justice Department talks a big game about accountability, but at this point, they’d need a GPS and divine intervention just to locate their own spine.

Char Fontan Westfall’s journey through unimaginable loss to finding hope and purpose serves as a powerful testament to the resilience of the human spirit, reminding us all of the strength that lies within when faced with life’s most challenging battles.

In Putin’s Russia, getting fired means exactly that—usually with a 9mm exit interview and a state-issued shovel for the cleanup crew.

In the murky, shark-infested waters of the Calda Channel, Chuck Studley and I learned the hard way that destiny often finds you paralyzed with fear, clutching your dive tanks, and fervently swearing off any future encounters with the ocean’s toothy residents.

When the ghost of Hitler starts sounding like the only guy in the room with historical perspective, you know the circus has pitched its tent in City Hall.