Category: War Stories

Wake up in the dark, throw on cargo pants and boots, mainline coffee and Rip Its, live in cable traffic inside the TOC, and if you are lucky you end the night at the fire pit with a stiff drink and a short laugh before you do it all again.

Fort Gordon’s name has shifted from honoring Confederate Gen. John Brown Gordon to Fort Eisenhower and back again, now commemorating Medal of Honor recipient Delta Force operator Master Sgt. Gary Gordon, whose sacrifice at Mogadishu defines the values the Army wants the post to represent.

Pipehitters delivers relentless, research-heavy zombie warfighting while turning Yaël Sion’s story into a hard lesson on how isolation and arrogance get people hurt, and why trust, connection, and the team are the only way elite operators survive the long grind.

In the heat of action, our careful plans often collide with the unpredictable, reminding us that control is just an illusion.

All hell broke loose over Bavaria as Eduard Schallmoser, a 21-year-old Me 262 hotshot handpicked to fly wingman for Adolf “Dolfo” Galland, came screaming up from six o’clock on a B-26 formation, guns blazing and metal shredding, until he clipped a Marauder’s prop and somehow lived long enough to earn the only nickname that fit: “The Rammer.”

Haunted by the mine blast outside Da Nang in 1968 and the ringing that never stopped, my father carried survivor’s guilt home from Vietnam and spent a lifetime asking the same question: Why Them and Not Me?

The cold sat with them like an old debt, unpaid and unspoken, while Christmas passed quietly somewhere far enough away to feel almost merciful.

In the frosty breath of a Christmas Eve that forgave no absences, our rifles spoke in double-taps, the rhythm of duty overriding the silent night.

He was a sharecropper’s son from Lepanto who spent the day after Christmas turning a Belgian roadside into a firing range for German 88s, dragging wounded men out of the kill zone like he was collecting debts in the snow, and walking away with a kind of courage you cannot wrap, tag, or put under a tree.

Dick Cheney didn’t just steer America into war, he helped turn war into a business, and soldiers like me and my friends paid the bill in blood while he and his circle counted the profits.

Yaël Sion does not survive the apocalypse by hoping harder; she survives it the way a cutting tool survives steel, by biting down and refusing to let go.

In Delta, there was a bifurcation of schools of thought among the men, whose physical training program was NOT dictated at any level of command, recognizing that the Unit was fueled by big boys who played by big boy rules.