Private First Class Nathaniel Romero’s trigger finger trembled nervously as it rode the edge of the trigger guard…
It was all to impress a girl. In hindsight, it had all been to impress a girl.
In the coming decades, monstrously terrifying and holistically awe-inspiring feats of engineering will be the inescapable reality…
In his fear and frustration to reload his empty M-27 rifle, Romero made a cardinal error in the art of the escape —…
Romero instinctively froze like a frightened rabbit, as if he were a stone that had been born to this patch of…
“Contact Front!”
This is the battle cry of the modern warrior. These few words have precipitated lethal…