Special Operations

US Air Force Special Operations Command trains with allies in frigid Alaskan exercise, testing capabilities in extreme cold.

In the pitch-black night, Chief Coker and his wingman, like avenging angels swooping down from the heavens, unleashed hell on the enemy, their guns blazing in a deadly dance that lit up the sky with the ferocity of a Texas thunderstorm.

In the shadowed corners of an unusually cold Libyan winter, Captain Kent Collier and his elite C CELL team confront a chilling discovery, treading a perilous line between duty and darkness, where every decision could be their last.

Ukraine’s SOF shines in Avdiivka’s defense, displaying unparalleled valor and tactical skill in Donetsk’s intense battlegrounds.

In “Cut From the Same Cloth,” former special operators reflect on the deep bonds and profound shifts in perspective forged in the crucible of combat, highlighting the unique camaraderie and challenges that define their post-service lives.

Amidst discussions of SOF imposters, Jim West’s nonchalant yet formidable response to confronting fakes—simply grabbing them by the throat—underscores the no-nonsense attitude of these real-deal Green Berets.

Juggling the intense pace of Chief Coker’s vivid tales with my own writing style, I was constantly reminded that behind every word lay the weight of a soldier’s real and rugged journey.

US Navy SEALs seize Iranian missiles bound for Houthi militia in a high-stakes Arabian Sea operation, escalating regional tensions.

Join us as we delve into the stories of four distinguished Green Berets, hailing from diverse backgrounds but united by their relentless pursuit of excellence, in a candid conversation about their journey into the US Army Special Forces.

As the honor guard from the 1st Special Forces Group solemnly moved Sergeant First Class Nathan R. Chapman’s flag-draped coffin at Seattle-Tacoma International Airport in January 2002, we were reminded of the profound sacrifices made by those who valiantly serve our nation.

Amidst the grueling survival training at Camp Mackall, my spirit oscillated between gritty determination and sardonic humor, as I navigated the absurdity of ‘Bunny Baseball’ and the surreal reality of being a Green Beret in training.

With a heart pounding against the ribcage and a blend of dread and adrenaline coursing through the veins, every ticking second was a gamble against fate as I wrestled with the clandestine whispers of the night, a rendezvous with the unknown lurking in the shadows of Seattle’s gloom, every move scribbled in the clandestine pages of espionage where trust was a rare commodity, and every face veiled a narrative tangled in the web of deceit and danger, a reality far stranger than the most intricate fiction.