Life

The US military in Japan is cracking down on off-base drinking after recent incidents, hoping to maintain good relations with locals.

Times like this. Times when things don’t make sense. We all tend to reflect, or at least ponder, on the what, who, when and how. But it’s the WHY that seems to elude us.

In a surreal collision of military might and civilian recreation, David Keith’s life took a sharp turn when his snowmobile slammed into a parked Black Hawk helicopter, an encounter that would ultimately cost the Army $3.3 million and leave him fighting for his mobility.

This incident at Tufts serves as a sobering reminder that even the toughest workouts need to be carefully calibrated to avoid putting young athletes’ health—and lives—at risk, no matter who’s leading the charge.

In this excerpt from Brandon Webb’s, The Red Circle, he shares his crazy journey to the SEALs team and how he got kicked off the boat and left alone in the Pacific Ocean when he was 16.

A decade removed from the blistering Iraqi sun, yet its heat still scorches my mind. The weight of war continues its relentless siege.

Former U.S. Navy Chief Grisel Marrero’s bold decision to install a covert Starlink system aboard the USS Manchester to stream movies and browse social media left her demoted and exposed the entire chiefs mess to punishment for jeopardizing military cybersecurity during a sensitive deployment.

I’m not here to inspire anyone, least of all myself; I’m just that guy who’s seen the edge and knows it’s still there, waiting, like an old friend who never quite leaves.

When I traded the dish pit for a military uniform, I thought I was leaving behind the chaos of a Chinese kitchen, but the military had a way of making me feel like I never left the wok.

In the dark, suffocating grip of my own mind, I found a spark in the most unexpected place—a simple craving for something as mundane as a meal, a flicker of life that refused to die, no matter how hard the shadows tried.

From the few personal items I was allowed to take from my house, my pistol was removed; riddle me that one Joker.

In retrospect I am amused by the fact that I “combat parked” my truck; that is, backed into the parking spot, which is a typical maneuver for those who wish to get away quickly when it comes time to go.