“I’m going to put these men to the severest tests which I can devise in time of peace. I’m going to start shifting them into jobs of greater responsibility than they hold now… Those who stand up under the punishment will be pushed ahead. Those who fail are out at the first sign of faltering.” -General George C. Marshall

No surprise to see the army of bots/operatives attacking Sec of War, Pete Hegseth. He is especially targeted by those who have turned away from God. They cannot stand it when Hegseth invokes the power of scripture & it resonates in the hearts & souls of young cadets & Americans across the armed services & the nation. Hegseth is doing what they cannot stand: standing up without fear. They want you to believe this is just about foreign wars & getting rich - nonsense. Not for Pete. I worked with him at Fox. He is stronger than anyone could have imagined. He stands for faith, family and freedom. But most of all he understands the spiritual nature of this fight & recognizes the war is really against God. He is not intimidated by their tactics because he is mindful of the day he stands before his creator & faces the only scorecard that matters. Hegseth does not want war any more than any parent wants their child sent into a fight from which they may never return. But he knows weakness breeds contempt & strength earns respect. He sees through the political narratives & is not deceived because he approaches each day & each decision leaning on the discernment of his Lord & Savior. Those who do not believe will read this with contempt. I understand. But I cannot pander to you because the decision on what to believe is personal and beyond my control. Each one of us is empowered with free will & we are obligated to make our own decisions & make up our own minds. My job is to tell the truth, regardless of who believes me, who attacks me & who listens. I know my purpose. I always have - it has not changed since the day I was born.

Oh look, the rare journalist trying to actually get to the truth. The result? The entire radical ideologue apparatus descends on her post because she’s going against the narrative. I highly recommend following @AlexIngersoll. Help her combat the WaPo style hacks out there.

As I read this from @infantrydort I was reminded of (King) Arthur's final lines to Vortigern in the movie King Arthur: Legend of the Sword (2017). Vortigern was Arthur's Evil Uncle and he had killed Arthur's parents and sent him into hiding as a young child. Forced to live in a brothel (with prostitutes who took him in) and grow up on the streets of Camelot he became much stronger then he ever would have living as a prince inside the castle. Arthur, looking at Vortigern lying wounded on the ground: "You wanted to know what gave me such drive? It was you. You put me in that brothel. You cut me on the streets. I am here now because of you. You created me. And for that, I bless you. You make sense of the devil." That final line..."You make sense of the Devil" continues to live in my head. Hard Times Create Strong Men

Under @POTUS and @SecWar leadership the military depts have again exceeded their recruiting and retention goals for the fiscal year. Thank you to @ASWMandRA and @usmepcom_hq & all the recruiters grinding to assess ~250k great Americans annually to be a part of America’s top 1%.

It’s not every day I read something that physically chokes me up. But today is that day. @TheIronGod2 sent me a message explaining the other side of the foster care system. The people who actually want to make a difference. He read my posts and told a story of his own, as a foster parent. To say it is bittersweet is an understatement. And anyone who makes it to the end will hardly have a dry eye. But he and his family are the best of what the human condition has to offer. 👇 “Hey Sir. I just wanted to reach out and say thank you for sharing you story about the foster care system and your families struggles. I come from the opposite side of things with foster care, but I fully understand your experience. I dropped out of high school and joined the Australian army at 17. As the son of a boat builder it seemed a weird choice, but it was something I had wanted to do since I was a young teen. It wasn't until I finished basic that my father told me that my grandfather (who had died before I was born) was a SGT in the NZ Army and fought in Korea. He came home with some demons, and after a stint in jail, drank himself to death. I was a Rifleman for the first 2 years of my service, transferred a couple of times to other rolls, and now after 30 years in, I'm a WO2 running a workshop in a Calvary Regiment. The foster care bit started 23 years ago. My wife had spent some time in care when she was early teens, and even though we had 3 kids of our own, she wanted to become a carer. I was hesitant at first, but then it was like Isaiah 6:8. A voice said "who will I send to care for them?" and we answered. So, we have cared for and loved every child that has come into our home. Nine years ago, we had a young girl by the name of Thamey come into our care. She had Cerebral palsy alongwhen a host of other medical challenges that meant she would never be able to care for herself. It was that her family didn't want her or had abused her, they simply didn't have the ability to meet her care needs. When she turned 18, she was no longer a ward of the state. We were told they would find a nursing home for her to live in and that our job in caring and loving her was over. We fought this and went to court to become her legal adult guardians, and she remained with us as our daughter. In February, we found out that Thamey was in early stages of heart failure. Unfortunately due to her disability there wasn't anything that could be done. She was in hospital for her 21st birthday. We snuck in some champagne for her to taste. She passed away on Friday night. Of all the things I have done in my life, being a father to children in care has been the most challenging, but also the most rewarding thing I will ever do. People still ask me why I'm raising other people's kids. My response is "Someone has to do it, and if not me than who?"” ***I hope the world sees this, far and wide. Please share to honor these people, and the late Thamey who as of Friday night, is no longer with us***

The same people who: >cheered for Charlie Kirk’s death >were openly upset that assassins missed POTUS >rally behind a woman who killed her kids Are somehow content to boo my friends and I. Good. You are exceptional enemies to have. The right kind. Standing diametrically opposed to everything we believe in. I think the stunning irony is that you made me. You made us all. And now you have to deal with the consequences. Some call me a “supervillain”, ridiculous. But maybe I am at this point. Hell, maybe I’ve always been. But my tribe has been through hell and back. And we don’t really care about threats from people who think communism is good and men can get pregnant.

Let's check on the "official" that @infantrydort directed his "contempt" towards. Oh...its Joe Gould....not an official. Well...that cleared that up. Thank you for your attention to this mattter.

Exclusive: “Even if we wanted to attempt to hide a combat death, we never would and we never could.” - @SecWar Hegseth responds to allegations of more service member deaths in Iran than reported. “We never would because of how much we cherish the lives of our service members - every single one of them.”

The Darkness of Massachusetts: Another Personal Story I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately. And maybe how violence against children in MA isn’t anything new. And perhaps the state taking kids away is a knee jerk from a larger issue. You people keep asking about me and this situation, it goes deeper. And I guess I’ll share it. But it’s not for the weak. The Lindsey Clancy case captured national attention with her killing her 3 kids. Well, both of my parents had THEIR parents try to kill them as well. When my Dad was 6, his father came home drunk one day and tried throwing him off the third story of a triple decker outside Boston. The reason? Because he thought my dad was defective because he had cerebral palsy. My aunts interdicted and saved my dad. That’s when the state took him away and put him in foster care. My mom was just a baby when her mother desperately asked the woman who I refer to as “Nana” to take her in. She was clearly on drugs and not well, but at least had the good sense to give my mom away to someone safer. Anyway, my Nana knew this woman was not well. But she apparently cleaned her act up and came by the house everyday for a few weeks. The woman wanted to just hold my mom one time. She made it seem like she was being genuine. Finally my Nana relented and let her hold her for a sec. The woman immediately tried taking my tiny 9 month old mom and smashing her to death against the wall. Obviously my Nana intervened and stopped her before any serious damage was done. So yea, both my parents were almost killed by their parents, in Massachusetts. Out of my mom, dad, and sister, I’m the only one that wasn’t taken away from my family by the state or whoever. I consider myself blessed and lucky. But I’ve been thinking about it alot lately. Perhaps more of an insight into why I am the way that I am. I am grateful we are all still here. I love my family. I am however, deeply horrified about what the state of Massachusetts actually is. What lurks beneath it in terms of energy.

You mean the guy that did 485 days in combat, was wounded along with 80% of his platoon, and was decorated for valor? The guy that tried saving a little Afghan girl during his first 5 minutes in theater off of a helicopter, but she bled out and died in his arms? While he frantically looked for a medic to revive her? That guy? He is a warrior; and therefore reviled by the media. Because he is a warrior who believes “the wrong things” in their eyes. Which makes him uniquely qualified for such a role IMO. Judge a man by his enemies. And Sean Parnell seems to have all the right ones. The media (and many politicians) only love Soldiers when they’re dead. A tale as old as time.

Jeff Bezos @JeffBezos , I’m asking you to look at this once through the eyes of the people wearing the uniform since you own @washingtonpost. We volunteered and accepted the bargain. Missed birthdays, broken bodies, years away from our families, hostile fire, and the possibility that if we die, our families get roughly $500,000 in life insurance. In much of America today, that barely buys a house. We know our lot and we’re not complaining about it. But the job is hard enough without having to wonder whether an American newspaper is going to publish classified wartime command deliberations because its newsroom despises the administration and wants another cheap political scalp. Fight the President, the Secretary, the Pentagon. Whatever, that’s politics. But when the ammunition for that fight is information tied to ongoing operations and the private judgments of senior commanders, you’re spending our risk to buy your headline. That’s the part WE need you to understand. Murphy already gets a vote. So does the enemy. Exhaustion, bad intelligence, mechanical failure and plain rotten luck all get votes. We volunteered to face those things. We did NOT volunteer to become collateral damage in the Washington Post’s feud with an administration it hates. Your reporters will publish the piece, watch the engagement numbers, and go home. Some American kid will still be standing watch when they do. Jeff, give us a fucking chance. Come on man. You’ve got to clean house at that paper. The journalists are too blackpilled to be of any use anymore. In fact, they’re literally harming us. Our brothers and sisters are in a worse situation now due to this reporting. Don’t agree with the combat operations, fine. But come on. Leaking an SDOB? That’s objectively insane behavior. ***to my followers: share so we know he sees this.***

@DanLamothe @washingtonpost Another day, another piece undermining your countrymen in hopes they are killed so you can get another headline I see. My best to @TaraCopp You’re both jumping for joy at the thought I’m sure.