Will Dabbs

There is a fellowship intrinsic to military service that is tough to describe to those who have not lived it. For starters, we were all so terribly young.

Warlords, drug kingpins, or just garden-variety criminals can make life a living hell for good folks who just want to go about their business.

I was eighteen years old. It would be another three years before society would trust me to drink a beer or buy a handgun, but Uncle Sam had taught me how to kill a man efficiently and effectively with a bayonet.

Lord of War was a simply magnificent movie. Second only to Raising Arizona, it was my favorite Nicolas Cage film ever. Cage’s character, a Ukrainian arms dealer named Yuri Orlov, was loosely based on Viktor Bout.

Though the nuances are lost on a modern generation of lamentably binary Americans, imbedded within the school’s history we see the possibility that very good people might support some very bad causes.

Thirty people have successfully committed suicide off of the building despite some fairly extensive impediments specifically designed to dissuade such sordid stuff.

George Reeves played one of the most iconic roles in the history of television, yet he was still never satisfied. Methinks there’s a message in there someplace, something deep and timeless, perhaps.

Assault weapons, whatever they are, seem to be the perennial target of gun-banning Leftists whenever anything bad happens in America. However, back in 1927, a lunatic named Andrew Kehoe showed us that a proper monster can sow a profound amount of chaos without using a firearm.

On one of the most dangerous day in US history, Vasili ARkhipov diffused the eminent nuclear attack and saved the world from Soviet missiles and war.