Military History

From farm fields to battlefields, Van T. Barfoot’s courage at Carano Creek carried his men through one of WWII’s toughest fights.

Between Hamas’s butchery, Israel’s grinding war, and a fog of propaganda that makes truth provisional, Gaza is where civilians are crushed while Washington looks away.

We idled through Al Dujahl’s midnight arteries, numb and hollow, while men in the shadows watched us like witnesses at the thin border between heaven and hell.

Fred B. McGee wasn’t chasing glory on that Korean hillside—he was just stubbornly, relentlessly doing his job, one impossible step at a time, until every man he could save was off that mountain alive.

These silent guardians of the deep have witnessed an incredible evolution, from rudimentary submersible crafts to formidable war machines.

We thought drone warfare would be the future—turns out, it was the present all along, and we just didn’t recognize the buzz of change until it hovered over the tree line, camera rolling.

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.

They don’t wear tuxedos or sip martinis, but the men and women of the Special Reconnaissance Regiment are the closest thing the British military has to real-world secret agents—armed with cameras, carbines, and a license to disappear.

Extortion 17 wasn’t brought down by some grand conspiracy or hidden failure—it was a tragic, rare hit by enemy fighters who happened to be in the right place at the right time with a lucky shot.

The bomb didn’t just flatten a city—it ripped a hole in the world so deep that eight decades later, we’re still peering into the abyss and pretending it’s not staring back.

We were fighting a war without a front line, where cruelty was as much a weapon as any rifle, and the enemy’s strength lay in finding the weakest point to strike.

David Bellavia didn’t come back from Fallujah with swagger or speeches—he came back with ghosts, blood on his boots, and a vow that he’d never freeze again when the devil kicked in the door.