More Die From 9/11 Illnesses Than the Attacks Themselves
The war on terror may have started in fire and steel, but its longest battle is being fought in cancer wards and on respirators by the men and women who breathed Ground Zero’s poison.
The war on terror may have started in fire and steel, but its longest battle is being fought in cancer wards and on respirators by the men and women who breathed Ground Zero’s poison.
Israel’s strike in Doha didn’t just blow apart a building—it blew open the old idea that any sanctuary, even in a U.S.-allied capital, is truly off-limits in this war.
In the space of a few seconds, a Jerusalem bus stop turned from a commuter choke point into a kill zone, and only the fast trigger pull of a soldier and armed civilians kept the body count from climbing higher.
Russia’s illegal militarization of Wrangel Island transforms a UNESCO wildlife sanctuary into a forward outpost of Arctic imperialism, threatening both the environment and U.S. national security.
Paris Davis proved that real leadership isn’t about chasing medals, but about carrying your men through hell and refusing to let history forget it.
The Winchester .30-30 isn’t fancy, it isn’t flashy, but like a good ranch hand, it shows up every time and gets the job done without complaint.
Macario García’s story is proof that courage isn’t about glory—it’s about standing up when no one else can and carrying others forward, no matter the cost.
Between Hamas’s butchery, Israel’s grinding war, and a fog of propaganda that makes truth provisional, Gaza is where civilians are crushed while Washington looks away.
We thought drone warfare would be the future—turns out, it was the present all along, and we just didn’t recognize the buzz of change until it hovered over the tree line, camera rolling.
The bomb didn’t just flatten a city—it ripped a hole in the world so deep that eight decades later, we’re still peering into the abyss and pretending it’s not staring back.
We were fighting a war without a front line, where cruelty was as much a weapon as any rifle, and the enemy’s strength lay in finding the weakest point to strike.
Two machines met over the Potomac that night, and in the space of three heartbeats, dozens of human lives came apart in a way no amount of training or luck could put back together.