Rising Lion: Aftershocks, Fallout, and the Road to Round Two
Israel won the first round in this fight, now time will tell if Iran can regroup or if they’ll be taken down for the count in round two.
Israel won the first round in this fight, now time will tell if Iran can regroup or if they’ll be taken down for the count in round two.
Israel lit the night sky over Iran like the Vegas strip on fire, and now the whole region’s holding its breath, waiting to see who strikes the next match.
In the span of a few haunted hours in Honduras, First Lieutenant Marciano Parisano went from a promising young Black Hawk pilot to a name etched into Army CID’s most urgent case files—and someone out there knows why.
Tom Greer didn’t need a battlefield to prove his valor—he showed it in quiet vigils, final embraces, and the promise kept in a dying brother’s trust.
Tulsi Gabbard’s flipping the script on the intel old guard, trading bloated government tech for off-the-shelf muscle that actually works when you need it.
Quiet Skies was a $200 million-a-year ghost hunt that swapped due process for paranoia and turned air marshals into glorified skybound voyeurs with clipboards.
The ocean is a merciless adversary, indifferent to our struggle, but today we carved a small victory out of its ancient fury and lived to fight another round.
By federalizing the California National Guard and defying the governor, President Trump is doing more than responding to a crisis—he’s staging a demonstration of force to prove he still holds the biggest stick in the room.
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.
The decision to rename the USNS Harvey Milk highlights the ongoing tension between honoring diverse legacies and redefining military tradition in today’s tense political landscape.
As we marched through the ancient dust of Iraq, chasing the mythic promise of Eden, I couldn’t shake the feeling that what we were truly searching for wasn’t a place—but the fragile hope that such a place might still exist.
The Army didn’t lower its standards to meet the moment—it built a battering ram and invited the willing to break through.