Medal of Honor Monday: James H. Howard’s One-Man Air Force
On a winter day over Oschersleben, James H. Howard turned a lone P-51 into a brick wall for the Luftwaffe, riding nerves of steel and dead-eye gunnery to shove a sky full of Fortresses home.
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On a winter day over Oschersleben, James H. Howard turned a lone P-51 into a brick wall for the Luftwaffe, riding nerves of steel and dead-eye gunnery to shove a sky full of Fortresses home.
Unless honest government acts, AI will serve a New Nobility of monopolists and dark money, turning democracy into pay to play and the rest of us into serfs.
He didn’t chase glory; he ran toward gunfire because that’s where his brothers were, and that’s where duty called.
Flying low and hard over the Somme on April 21, 1918, the Red Baron chased a green Camel into Australian guns until Sergeant Cedric Popkin’s cool 200 round burst sent a single .303 round through his heart and the legend hit the beet field eight seconds later.
There is one human race, and until America confronts the living legacy of state sanctioned racism with honest education, equal law, and everyday compassion, we will keep mistaking skin tone for character.
Special Operations favors the one who thinks under fire, starts before he is told, and pulls others with him.
From Waikiki surf to Red Beach fire, Francis Brown Wai fused Chinese Hawaiian roots, Punahou grit, and UCLA discipline into a calm, relentless charge that broke the deadlock on Leyte.
Batman made it look cool, but the real Skyhook riders were the kind of men who trusted a steel wire, a balloon, and a pilot’s nerve more than luck or legend.
At 250, the U.S. Navy is a knife-fighting, carrier-slinging, storm-eating fleet that shows up in the dark, punches holes in tyranny, and sails home grinning when the shooting is done.
The drop zone was missed by more than a fraction on this training jump by the French Foreign Legion. The urban terrain led to some uneasy landings for many of the members of 2e Rep.
Two years after 7 October, the Middle East feels like riding around in the desert in a Humvee with a grenade with the pin half-pulled, grinding from Gaza to the Red Sea while diplomats in Cairo try to keep the spoon down and stop hostages, rockets, and headlines from detonating at once.
When the line broke at Unsan, Father Emil Kapaun moved toward the fire, pulled the wounded to life, and showed men that leadership starts at the point of impact.