Benjamin Reed: War Tourist

War didn’t greet me with a banner or a cause—it handed me a shovel, a borrowed rifle, and a promise that if I didn’t dig fast enough, I’d meet God before breakfast.

Col. (Ret.) Nate Slate: This Was My War

I didn’t end up in that desert by accident—every hardship, every hard lesson, every quiet moment of doubt had been sharpening me for that exact stretch of sand, steel, and responsibility.

How A Green Beret Combat Diver Nearly Became Shark Food

In the murky, shark-infested waters of the Calda Channel, Chuck Studley and I learned the hard way that destiny often finds you paralyzed with fear, clutching your dive tanks, and fervently swearing off any future encounters with the ocean’s toothy residents.

What Would Alvin York Carry Today?

York didn’t need nods or Gucci gear to be lethal—he just needed faith, a clean rifle, and the will to get up and move forward when hell broke loose.