Tales from SEAL Training: The First Night of Hell Week
The Devil came calling in the cold surf of Coronado, but we held the line, teeth chattering and wills unbroken, because quitting would’ve meant handing him the victory he came for.
The Devil came calling in the cold surf of Coronado, but we held the line, teeth chattering and wills unbroken, because quitting would’ve meant handing him the victory he came for.
BUD/S isn’t about six-pack abs and flexing in the mirror—it’s about freezing your ass off in the surf, bleeding under a boat, and laughing through the kind of misery that would make a grown man cry for his momma.
SOF Week 2025 is set to be the most dynamic convergence yet of global special operations minds, bringing cutting-edge tech, mission-critical insights, and unmatched networking to the heart of Tampa.
In special operations, there’s a hard line between clandestine and covert missions—one’s a ghost story you tell after the blood dries, the other’s a lie you take to your grave.
In the heat of battle, as bullets whizzed by and bombs turned the night into day, Chief Coker’s voice over the radio was the calm in the storm, reminding every soul under his watch that they were not alone in this fight, forging ahead with the might of righteousness and the unwavering belief that if God is for us, then who can be against us?
Amanda Reynolds may not fit your typical BUD/S profile, but damned if she isn’t swinging for the fences like she’s got Poseidon’s own trident in hand.
Oskar Zepeda is a Former Army Ranger sniper with nine combat deployments under his belt, and a man who any bad guy would hate to see coming their way.
Aggressive, dangerous, spirited, creative, and risky training is what prepares soldiers for the unspeakable horror of combat.
Special Forces must evolve or risk irrelevance—cut the fat, focus the mission, and embrace the shadows of modern gray-zone warfare.
The journey to becoming a Green Beret demands intense physical and mental preparation to overcome the high dropout rates in the selection and qualification courses.
I memorized every name in that binder not for duty’s sake, but because knowing the names of my brothers — like Jim McMahon — was how I claimed them as family.
When America’s finest frogmen team up with Europe’s elite operators on the Baltic coast it’s tantamount to a warning shot to anyone eyeing NATO’s front yard.