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Robin Olds roared into combat with a handlebar mustache, a middle finger to bureaucracy, and a brain wired for turning aerial warfare into an art form.

Through my father’s final moments, I learned profound lessons about life, death, and the enduring power of love, which have shaped my medical practice and understanding of the soul.

When the Typhon system rolled into the Philippines—it showed up with the parking brake off, missiles loaded, and a clear view of downtown Shanghai.

Vice Admiral Cooper is doing more than charting a new course for CENTCOM—he’s steering the whole ship through the storm with a steady hand and his eyes wide open.

He didn’t die a misunderstood young man—he died a coward who lured heroes into the woods and shot them in the back.

Roy Benavidez wasn’t awarded the Medal of Honor because he was fearless—he earned it because he was wounded, outgunned, and still chose to charge straight into hell to bring his brothers home.

Mercy dogs didn’t need orders, medals, or parades—they just saw a man bleeding in the mud and ran straight into gunfire to help him.

President Trump calls it a knockout blow, but early intelligence suggests Iran’s nuclear program may have only taken a standing eight count.

Bligh’s not your typical Pentagon paper-pusher—he’s the kind of guy who knows how to draft a legal brief in the morning and call for close air support by noon.

When the missiles came and the sky turned hostile, it wasn’t doctrine or diplomacy that held the line—it was a handful of twenty something Americans with steady hands and nerves of steel.

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.

If Hezbollah’s grip on Lebanon finally breaks, it won’t just redraw maps in the Middle East—it could rewrite the calculus of American security, from Beirut to your local gas pump.