Military

US strikes kill six in new anti-cartel push, Marines mark 250 years, Gaza truce holds. Here’s what’s making headlines this Monday evening.

At Camp Atterbury, the Pentagon is teaching a new kind of air combat—where pilots wear goggles instead of helmets, the aircraft cost a few thousand bucks, and victory depends on who can outfly chaos with a swarm of expendable machines.

The arrival of the NH90 Caïman TTH TFRA Standard 2 — a semi-matte-black, Special-Forces-tailored evolution of the multinational NH90 family, fitted with EuroFLIR, TopOwl helmet displays, heavy .50-caliber mounts and extended-range tanks — marks a decisive step for France (and Europe) toward fielding a stealthier, more capable rotary-wing enabler for clandestine troop insertions beginning in June 2026.

He stepped into the open, phone in hand and grit in his teeth, trading the last of his cover for a handful of breaths for his teammates — the kind of small, brutal choice that carves a quiet legend out of an ordinary life.

The battlefield is about to drown in cheap, buzzing machines, and the Army is betting its future on swarms that die by the dozen so soldiers don’t have to.

I went to Ukraine thinking I could choose how to help, only to find that on the morning the war began everything I knew—plans, love, even my sense of who I was—was smashed by artillery, paperwork, and the chaotic, makeshift mercy of volunteers who’d been thrown together to survive.

The roots of special operations forces can be traced back to the strategic challenges of World War II.

The lens hummed, the mud stilled, and for a heartbeat I couldn’t tell who was hunting who.

Pentagon speeds up weapons buying as Gaza aid shifts, Pokrovsk fight intensifies. Here’s what’s making headlines this Friday evening.

When Anduril’s YFQ-44A cleared the runway it did more than prove a prototype; it announced an era in which affordable, software-first wingmen will rewrite the rules of air combat.

In a sunlit Kyiv shop three months after Putin’s invasion, a stranger kissed my hand and thanked America, a small human moment that crystallized why Ukraine’s fight for hearth and home deserves unwavering support even amid the Kremlin’s reckless threats.

Watching Pokrovsk ground to dust meter by meter, I see Washington and Budapest flirting with an alliance of convenience that would codify the stalemate into Western policy and rename exhaustion as realism.