Aviation

By carving through refineries, rail, and bomber bases deep inside Russia, Ukraine’s DeepStrike drone campaign is strangling the Kremlin’s war machine at its fuel line and showing how precision hybrid warfare can wreck an empire’s logistics without inviting nuclear catastrophe.

Putting a Qatari fighter school in Idaho feels like parking a lit cigar in a powder magazine and trusting the wind to behave.

Facing Kaliningrad, Belarus, and a live war next door, Poland is pushing its F-16s to the Viper standard with APG-83 radar, Viper Shield, and standoff punch to hold the line while F-35s spin up.

Gen. Kenneth S. Wilsbach, a combat tested pilot, is the White House pick to steer budgets, training, and modernization as the next Air Force Chief of Staff.

Three fully armed Russian MiG-31s knifed six miles into Estonian airspace toward Tallinn, only to be met by Finnish Hornets and Italian F-35s that herded them out—a brazen, ill-timed probe likely to trigger NATO Article 4 talks and stiffen Western resolve at the worst moment for Putin.

Gold wings used to mean you could land on a postage stamp in the middle of the ocean—now they’re handing them out like participation trophies at flight school.

Night Stalkers don’t get the luxury of easy nights—their training flights cut low and fast through blacked-out timber, where one wrong move can turn a routine drill into a headline.

Flying with the Night Stalkers, whether fast-roping from a Black Hawk, thundering in a Chinook, or clinging to the skids of a Little Bird, showed me firsthand why these aviation professionals are the lifeline of America’s most elite warriors.

HH-60G Pave Hawk fires flares as an F-15D Eagle soars above, joint power and precision in a test of combat rescue readiness.

The B-21 Raider, America’s newest stealth bomber, is set for a second flight by year’s end as testing and production advance.

A Ukrainian Yak-52—once a humble trainer—now screams low over Kherson with a rear-seat gunner and a shotgun, turning the sky into a drone-killing skeet range.

From the moment Erieye lit the Super Flanker at 150 miles, our silent Viper stalked in, loosed a single AIM-120C, and wrote a new line in this war’s air combat ledger.