
The radio crackles with German panicked voices cutting through static. Her Brent worm sprinter dab. He is burning. Why does he not bail out? The…

The Pacific, August 1944. The air above Rabool smells like burning metal and fear. At 15,000 ft, the temperature inside an F4U Corsair cockpit climbs…

The Corsair tumbles nose over tail at 8,000 ft above the French countryside. Its inverted spin signature is unmistakable, one full rotation every 1.5 seconds.…

The runway is gone. Not damaged. Gone. Craters the size of trucks chew through the asphalt in overlapping circles. Twisted metal from destroyed aircraft litters…

Seven Japanese A6M Zero Circle like sharks above the Philippine Sea. A lone F6F Hellcat, fresh paint still gleaming, caught at 8,000 ft with nowhere…

Victory is a dangerous drug. It makes you feel invincible. It makes you feel like the laws of physics and chance no longer apply to…

The most lethal weapon of the Pacific War was not the atomic bomb. It was not the aircraft carrier. It was a statistical paradox. The…

If you look at photographs of the Imperial Japanese Navy in the 1930s, one ship stands out. Not because she was the biggest, but because…

July 24th, 1943. Pacific Ocean, 300 miles southeast of truck atal. Lieutenant Commander Dan Daspit stares through USS Tanosa’s periscope at the largest prize of…

September 13th, 1943. Salerno Beach, Italy. Captain Charles Shunstrom watches his artillery forward observer team die. The lieutenant is 30 yards ahead, pinned behind a…




