It’s been a while since the last episode in the Dumbass Chronicles. For this story, we look internally, as Tommy shares a recent story from Guard training…

“You ready to go?” Tim asked me as we climbed into his little white car. It’s the last car you’d expect an SF guy to drive, let alone an SF guy that is one of the top 185lb mixed martial artists in the world…

After years of wanting to see it, after all the stories my old squad leader had told me, all the reading, and the privilege of talking to some of the battles survivors; I was about to go stand on the cliffs of Point Du Hoc…

My heart dropped when the “breaking news” chime on my computer went off. The headline read “Airliner Crashes Into Hudson River.” If I was amazed after the seeing the headline

I cringe as I see Tommy whack Lorenzo Fertitta, the billionaire casino mogul and owner of the UFC on the back with an inappropriate amount of force…

During the 1972 North Vietnamese Easter Offensive, it didn’t seem that far fetched an order for Captain John Ripley. He was in charge of a 600-man unit, composed mostly of South Vietnamese soldiers

If you will please refer to the official Ranger Up Charter the only thing we despise more than the French are unpatriotic Americans. Simply put: the French (particularly the Parisians) suck donkey balls

He enlisted into the Army on the very first day he could, his 17th birthday. That was how badly Ross McGinnis wanted to be a soldier.

The rules of war, as set up by the Geneva Convention, state clearly that medical personnel are protected. They are not supposed to be shot at while doing their job on the battlefield.

I want to know what sort of bizzaro world I find myself living in when I have to tip my hat to the European press for doing the right thing, while I am utterly and totally disgusted with our press at home. Sadly, that is the exact situation I find myself in…

He’s worth 4.4 billion dollars. When you reach that point of business and financial success there isn’t much in this world you can’t do. Private jets, mansion, you name it Ross Perot can have it- at the snap of his fingers.

Basic Allotted Housing (BAH, in military parlance) is a glorious thing. As a 23-year-old single E-5 Ranger, this was like winning the lottery. Shortly after being told to get the hell off base I moved…

The applause surprised me. Speaking at my college commencement ceremony I’d expected a reaction when I made fun of one of the economic professors, not the partial standing ovation I got…

When the loss of his fingers prevented him from pursing his passion of playing the saxophone, he simply found a new one by forming Merlin’s Miracles, a charity to help young children that were victims