Marine Corps

These are badass boats. Combat boats. Even the “luxury” ones are built to go straight from a marina slip into a maritime raid. The catch is this: they are designed to kill drama. They turn chaos into routine and make your worst day on the water feel like a normal Tuesday. When things go wrong, they stay afloat, stay controllable, and keep the crew moving. That is not marketing. That is the point.

Haunted by the mine blast outside Da Nang in 1968 and the ringing that never stopped, my father carried survivor’s guilt home from Vietnam and spent a lifetime asking the same question: Why Them and Not Me?

The Army is cutting hundreds of hours of mandatory training, the Marine Corps is doubling down on Force Design for a Pacific fight, and Los Angeles is moving to tighten rules on LAPD less-lethal weapons at protests. Today’s brief breaks down what changed, why it matters, and what critics are already warning about.

Yaël Sion does not survive the apocalypse by hoping harder; she survives it the way a cutting tool survives steel, by biting down and refusing to let go.

November has repeatedly served as war’s decision month, delivering hinge battles from El Alamein and Guadalcanal to the Somme and Fallujah that either broke enemy momentum or forced conflicts into their endgame.

On Veterans Day I carry my grandfathers’ quiet courage with me—a reminder that the Greatest Generation’s faith in duty, sacrifice and simple decency is not a relic of the past but a living call we must answer every day.

What rattled the ranks wasn’t haircuts or PT scores but the clear signal that oversight would be trimmed and those who balked should leave, a pressure play dressed up as readiness.

When a televised roll call of admirals replaces a clear mission, you know the brass has swollen, the bureaucracy is smothering the fight, and our rivals are happy to watch us polish our parade skills while they sharpen their knives.

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.

When the SECDEF orders 800 of the nation’s top brass to Quantico without a whisper of an agenda, that’s not a meeting—it’s a thunderclap that rattles coffee cups from Ramstein to Okinawa and has every colonel quietly checking his golden parachute.

MARSOC Marine Raiders are the pointy end of the spear for the Marine Corps. Learn more with our complete guide written by special operators.

The Navy didn’t just name a ship after Kyle Carpenter—they forged steel around the kind of courage that throws itself on a grenade to save a brother.