Category: War Stories

Check out these exclusive photos of SEALs doing mountaineering training in the Austrian Alps.

SOFREP had an opportunity to ask Jimmy Blackmon, author of “Pale Horse,” a few questions about his experiences with an Army aviation task force during combat in the Afghan War.

Mountain warfare is an integral part of Slovene military identity, and I was lucky enough to attend their training school as a Navy SEAL.

I had an opportunity to chat with a friend of mine, Red, who went to fight for the Kurdish Peshmerga, but instead ended up incarcerated.

Erwin Stran, a former Army MP and volunteer fighter with the Kurdish Peshmerga, sits down with SOFREP for an exclusive interview.

When he was in the helicopter, we gave him some drugs that should have wiped his memory. When the time came to make the decision, I didn’t even hesitate.

I am simply explaining these feelings, or my experience with them, upon returning from a year in Afghanistan during the Global War on Terrorism.

The secretary’s confused look did not bode well as they walked through the E ring. “I understand how SOF is different from conventional forces, but the Rangers and Green Berets seem just alike to me. You have a Special Forces Tab and a Ranger Tab. What’s the difference?”

The entire country went to shit soon after the riot my buddy and I survived in Mosul in early May of 2004. In discussion with the senior intelligence officer in Mosul, a decision was made to limit my team’s adventures outside the wire to only mission-essential travel until things calmed down. Attacks by “Anti-Iraqi Forces […]

I truly believe the military medical system was ordered to limit the number of PTSD diagnoses they gave out for fear of the massive cost ramifications to the government and the Veteran’s Administration (VA) Health System after all the folks got out of the service. I know this exact scenario was taking place in the […]

In August of 2007, I was finally given a consult to go see a psychiatrist. The nightmares were unbearable and I felt like I was cracking at the seams from the pressure of my impending separation from the military, the nightmares I was experiencing, and my inability to remember things. I guess the clinical social […]

Mosul, Iraq—The spring and summer of 2004 in Mosul was fucking terrible. The heat, the gnats, the mortars, and the jihadi hood rats were all out in full force. It made for a less-than-awesome vacation spot. One evening during a particularly vicious nine-day-long mortar and rocket party, the commo guy, Rodolfo, and I were hanging […]