The Jukebox: A Wurlitzer of War Stories Lives in a Fayetteville Dive Bar
In McGarvey’s, the jukebox glowed like a field altar, each slot a dog tag on a guitar string, and Marcus realized the living keep the dead in tune.
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In McGarvey’s, the jukebox glowed like a field altar, each slot a dog tag on a guitar string, and Marcus realized the living keep the dead in tune.
Thousands of miles from home like sand in the wind, I moved through Iraq’s villages learning the hearts of its people as Majnun once wandered, yet the constant guiding me through rain and dust was my Leila, the radiant beacon calling me home.
When the grind tells you to stay home, create paradise from the pain by vividly seeing the badass evening you’ll earn, and your brain will start craving the work.
Visualizing what life will look and feel like after you do something is a powerful experience. I wanted that T-shirt.
It amazed me how often I saw SEAL sniper students make the stalk successfully, set up position for firing with time to spare, but never take the shot.
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We hire writers who drop the truth like a breaching charge , then stand in the smoke and own it.
Once again a deranged man turned a quiet Sunday service into the killing fields.
A gunman came by water and left by water—a drive-by with a propeller that turned Southport’s postcard bar into a battlefield in the time it takes a guitar riff to fade away.
The GAO’s report confirms what military families already lived through firsthand—that TRANSCOM gambled billions on an untested contractor, covered up its failures, and left service members holding the bill while senior leaders escaped accountability.
America did not stumble into this moment of political violence by accident; it was led here by years of manufactured crises that traded real solutions for spectacle and left trust in ashes.
If there was no average, no pathetic, then there would be nothing against which to measure excellence and excellence lies at the heart of greatness.