Army Night Stalkers Crash Near Summit Lake, Washington
Night Stalkers don’t get the luxury of easy nights—their training flights cut low and fast through blacked-out timber, where one wrong move can turn a routine drill into a headline.
Night Stalkers don’t get the luxury of easy nights—their training flights cut low and fast through blacked-out timber, where one wrong move can turn a routine drill into a headline.
Flying with the Night Stalkers, whether fast-roping from a Black Hawk, thundering in a Chinook, or clinging to the skids of a Little Bird, showed me firsthand why these aviation professionals are the lifeline of America’s most elite warriors.
America’s special operations roots stretch back to ragtag patriots who fought dirty and thought fast—long before “unconventional warfare” became a buzzword and SOCOM had a command patch.
In the heat of battle, as bullets whizzed by and bombs turned the night into day, Chief Coker’s voice over the radio was the calm in the storm, reminding every soul under his watch that they were not alone in this fight, forging ahead with the might of righteousness and the unwavering belief that if God is for us, then who can be against us?
Amid the rugged Alaskan terrain, U.S. Soldiers from the 3rd Special Forces Group and the 5th Squadron, 1st Cavalry Regiment honed their pilot recovery skills during RED FLAG-Alaska 17-3, embodying the relentless readiness demanded by their Central Asia missions.
Facing death with relentless resolve, Greg Coker and his team embodied the audacity to rise, fight, and conquer against all odds—proving once again that true warriors never quit.
In the chaos of combat, the roar of the engine silenced by the enemy’s missile, I prayed and fought for survival with every fiber of my being, knowing my family was waiting for me to come home.
I tweaked the optics in our dusty sedan, while Kay-Kay, ever the daredevil in disguise, bartered over Gouda at the Zelenica, blissfully unaware of the danger lurking just around the market’s corner.
In the pitch-black night, Chief Coker and his wingman, like avenging angels swooping down from the heavens, unleashed hell on the enemy, their guns blazing in a deadly dance that lit up the sky with the ferocity of a Texas thunderstorm.
In the midst of battle’s chaos and tragedy, the unwavering spirit and camaraderie of the 75th Rangers, Delta Force, and Night Stalkers shine as a testament to their valor, enduring the harrowing fight for Haditha Dam with courage and honor.
In the unforgiving skies over a desolate desert, Chief Gravy wrestled with his disoriented senses, battling not just against nature’s wrath but his own body’s betrayals, in a flight that teetered precariously between disaster and salvation.
In the midst of sand and chaos, Chief Coker’s blend of humor and heroism paints the stark reality of war with a brush of unyielding camaraderie and the relentless spirit of the Rangers.