Expert Analysis

You want a passport? Shoulder a rifle, code for Space Force, or fix a jet—bleed a little red, white, and blue first, then we’ll talk.

Helicopters, those damnable, awe-inspiring beasts, taught me the hard limits of man and machine through a litany of mishaps, from hard landings in brown-out dust to emergency ocean bailouts and explosive chaos, revealing their true worth only when pushed to the edge.

When a president demands loyalty to himself rather than to the Constitution, he breaks the pact that underpins American civil-military relations—and leaves the military with an impossible choice.

When the mission calls for shutting down a nuclear nightmare before it starts, the Army’s Nuclear Disablement Teams are the specialized warfighters slipping in through the back door with brains, guts, guns, and a Geiger counter.

While Washington obsesses over sleeper cells like they’re a new virus, the real contagion is a coordinated jihadist machine that’s been quietly embedding itself in our society for years—now fully awake and marching in lockstep.

Iran just lit the fuse in a powder keg it doesn’t have the hands to hold, and if one American dies, the response won’t be symbolic—it’ll be biblical.

Trump’s lust for confrontation has overridden prudence, plunging America into another conflict with no justification, no congressional approval, and no clear endgame—just echoes of past blunders cloaked in fresh arrogance.

America used to carry a big stick—now we’re stuck writing strongly worded emails while the world lights up like a Fourth of July test range.

You don’t build nuclear bunkers for TED Talks—Trump knew it, Tehran knew it, and now the crater where a centrifuge used to be says the quiet part out loud.

Trump’s not looking to invade Iran—he’s watching it unravel, poker-faced behind sanctions and stealth strikes, daring the mullahs to blink again while Israel warms up the bunker busters.

Israel’s nuclear strategy is like a loaded pistol tucked under the table of a poker game—never acknowledged, always implied, and pointed squarely at anyone thinking about cheating.

We’ve gone from commanders who kept their names out of the headlines to a generation of brass who seem more concerned with book deals and legacy than battlefield results.