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  1. How stupid does one need to be after you lose a jet to order others in a Combat Active zone to send more to lose 2 A10, Lose 3 Blackhawks, Lose 2 Refueling Plane, 3 MQ Drones….Its Absolute Stupidity and Hubris…Send Hegseth…he will do some push-up!

  2. The Iranian Regime is so accustomed to being decimated that when it gets one it's a celebration. 😂

    70,000+ Bombing runs
    A handful of F-15s downed.

    3 of them, by friendly defenses in a different region.

    1-2 by Iran.

    And NO CASUALTIES.

    Even better, the only ones shot down by Iran. The pilots were sheltered by the Iranian people till they were rescued.

    The pathetic Regime so desperate they tried to put a bounty and STILL failed. Because wanting change and freedom means more to then than temporary money.

    Those 2 jets, out of a fleet of thousands?

    Thats a good deal. Would you take that deal? Damn good deal. 😂

  3. That means there’s one missing. That is dreadful under the Trump administration because Donald Trump has already told people that he likes people who did didn’t get caught. So this guy better not get caught or he’s going be classified as one of Donald suckers or losers.

  4. A LETTER FROM F-15 PILOT DOWNED IN IRAN My beloved family,

    If you’re reading this, it means my wings carried me farther than my body could follow. I want you to know that my last breath was not fear, not regret, but a quiet remembering of you—your faces, your laughter, the way our home sounded when the world was gentle.

    I did not fall because of anything you did or didn’t do. I fell because one man, far from the dust and danger, chose a war he would never have to bleed in. Kings have always done that—sent others to carry the weight of their decisions. I was one of the ones who carried it.

    But hear me clearly: I was not lost. I was given.

    Given to duty.

    Given to the hope that someday leaders would choose wisdom over spectacle.

    Given to the belief that protecting the innocent still matters.

    When the sky around me turned to fire, I thought of you.

    When the jet shuddered and the alarms screamed, I thought of you.

    When the ground rushed up to meet me, I whispered your names like a prayer.

    And then—silence.

    A silence so soft it felt like being held. I am not in pain now. I am not afraid. I am not drifting alone in some cold corner of the universe. I am home in a way I never understood while I lived.

    I watch over you the way I once watched my instruments—steady, alert, protective.

    I see your tears, but I also see your strength.

    I see the empty chair at the table, but I also see the love that fills the room anyway.

    Please don’t let my story end with the sound of a jet falling from the sky.

    Let it end with you living boldly, loving loudly, and refusing to let the world harden your heart.

    Tell the kids I’m still their wingman.

    Tell Mom I kept my promise—I came home, just not the way we imagined.

    Tell the world that peace is not weakness, and war is not glory.

    And tell yourselves this truth: I never stopped loving you, not even for a heartbeat.

    Until we meet again in a sky with no borders,

    Your son, your partner, your pilot,

    —Now flying where no war can reach me.

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