Throat Punch of The Week: Dude, This Was Like Two Years Ago

Thanks for the commitment of SOFREP towards providing insight to on-going, past and future issues regarding military actions. As a civilian, I use it as a tool to help inform myself on these issues. My nominee or Throat Punch of the Week is for Tommy Vietor. He epitomizes the most infuriating aspect regarding the White […]

SOFREP on UT San Diego Front Page

Team Room, Brandon wanted to share these pics of SOFREP on the front page of UT San Diego with you because, well, without you all we would not be where we are today!

Warning Order: Russia and the US – New Cold War, or Same Old Rivalry?

As I mentioned in this post, I’m starting an extensive research project into the end years of the Soviet Union, the Russian Federation, the KGB/FSB, and the international actions of Russia in respect to the US and NATO especially.  I’ve been saying for years that Russia is not our friend, no matter how many concerts […]

SOFREP AT CPAC 2014

So I am waiting at the airport to catch my flight back to the 7 feet of snow I have in my backyard, while it’s 50 here. I had the opportunity to join Canadian Sun News Network as a SOFREP collaborator at the 2014 Conservative Political Action Conference (CPAC). The feeling I got is a […]

With the Mafia Underground in Destin; A Community of Support

In the beginning, there was darkness about Special Operations Forces and SOFREP.com was void and without form. I joined in the pre-launch days, a couple of months before that when Brandon Webb and Jack Murphy asked readers of their stuff on “Kit-Up” to send their email addresses if they wanted to be a part of […]

Direct Action: Prologue

Afghanistan, 2005: Navy Chief David McAtee was alive when the jihadists moved in.  They were Chechens.  Foreign fighters who had over run the hide site he had occupied.  With three teammates, he had tried to escape and evade down the side of the mountain.  There were simply too many of them for him and his […]

Direct Action: Chapter One

Present Day              Deckard fell towards the earth, nearly going end over end as he struggled to maintain a positive body position.  Glancing at his altimeter, he waved off at 6,000 feet, looked back at his altimeter and then reached for his ripcord at 4,500 feet.  When he gave it a […]

Direct Action: Chapter Two

One week later:  Karachi, Pakistan Deckard crouched next to the body of a dead Pakistani doctor. His white jacket was stained red as blood leaked into a pool beneath him.  Ripping a few buttons on his shirt, Deckard could easily spot the entry wounds.  A veteran of countless firefights, he quickly identified them as being […]

Direct Action: Chapter Three

Washington DC:              This is the dumbest fucking idea you’ve ever had.             Deckard thought over Pat’s words to him before he had stepped on the airplane.  The passenger plane had just touched down in the bizarre city where every other jerk off had a graduate degree and a plan […]

Direct Action: Chapter Four

            Deckard touched down in Kabul where he was met by a minder, a bored-looking private security contractor who escorted him to a waiting area where he sat quietly until his name was called.  Boarding a CASA C-212, the aircraft took off down the runway like a shot, forcing Deckard […]