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To live in the crucible of combat is to hold peace and war in the same breath, knowing that even as I yearn for quiet, I’m bound by duty to do what’s required.

The Nobel Committee’s idealistic vision of a nuclear-free world is admirable, but ignoring the hard reality of nuclear deterrence leaves allies vulnerable to aggression, inviting tyranny over diplomacy.

India’s Pralay missile recently achieved strategic success, reinforcing the nation’s defense prowess amid evolving geopolitical challenges.

Throwing North Korean rookies into Ukraine’s trenches might boost Russia’s headcount, but this is no training ground—it’s a high-stakes gamble where the greenhorns may just become casualties in Putin’s reckless attempt to keep up the fight.

As Israel’s missiles lit up the skies over Tehran, it’s clear this fight won’t simmer down anytime soon—no matter what the President hopes.

The people behind the counter looked like we they were about to empty their bladders. Even donuts can be dangerous!

The only movies that I’ve seen that portrayed military food as absolutely awful were films about the American Civil War. OK, MASH too, in both the TV show and movie.

Ricardo and I stood under the barracks’ overhang, chain-smoking those god-awful Colombian cigs and watching chaos unfold like it was just another Tuesday, all while humming ‘Going back to Cali’ like we were extras in some black comedy war flick.

With blood-streaked hands and the deafening quiet after gunfire, the only thing that kept me going was knowing the job wasn’t finished—there was still work to be done.

The Navy’s leap into carrier-based drones like the MQ-25 Stingray isn’t just about extending refueling range—it’s paving the way for a whole new era of unmanned air support, where autonomous CCAs operate as force-multiplying wingmen alongside advanced stealth fighters in contested skies.

Stuck in the sweltering jungle with a bunch of half-trained ‘elite’ commandos and a colonel who’d rather sit on intelligence than use it, we were babysitters at best, warriors in waiting—waiting for something to finally break loose.

Forgive me for not using the word “gun” in the title of this piece. From day one in the Army, we were taught never to refer to the small arms we carried as guns. But, of course, most recruits didn’t know any better until an instructor was up their face yelling about it.