Help Wanted: Tier One Writer Unafraid to Share the Truth
We hire writers who drop the truth like a breaching charge , then stand in the smoke and own it.
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We hire writers who drop the truth like a breaching charge , then stand in the smoke and own it.
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.
We won the battles in Afghanistan and still lost the war because Washington pursued an unsuitable, unfeasible, and unacceptable project to remake a tribal society while Congress abdicated and our generals saluted.
Hegseth walked into Quantico, kicked the stool out from under the Pentagon’s therapy culture, and told the brass we’re done preening and back to making warfighters who can carry the ruck, drive on and win the fight.
Standing on Little Round Top’s granite spine for the fifth time, I can still trace where Chamberlain’s exhausted 20th Maine pivoted on cold steel and, against repeated assaults, shattered the Alabama charge and saved the Union flank.
When Chau Phu turned into a knife fight in a phone booth, Drew Dix grabbed whoever would move, keyed his radio, and bulldozed through Tet’s chaos—rescuing civilians, stacking prisoners, and proving leadership starts with stepping into the gunfire.
Roosevelt Roads is awake again—an 11,000-foot spear thrust into the Caribbean, where F-35s and Ospreys turn a once-quiet slab of concrete into America’s forward deck for interdiction, deterrence, and the next storm that dares roll through.
On that summer afternoon by the Rhine, I realized with chilling clarity how deeply the lies of a dictator could root themselves in a human soul, surviving long after his empire lay in ruins.
Today in SOFREP’s Team Room, Rad delves into the gritty realities of being a Navy SEAL sniper, probing the deep and often unspoken memories of warfare that define the lives and legacies of Brandon Webb and Charlie Melton.
Chainsaw took that round like he took everything in life—head-on, with a laugh and a quick curse, pushing forward while the rest of us wondered how he was still standing.
Years of envy and humiliation had hardened into a poverty of consciousness, where cruelty was mistaken for devotion and crime disguised itself as holy war.
Russia will not break me, and I will carry the fight against its lies and brutality wherever I can.