Good evening friends and welcome to Starlight News. I’m your host and it is just wonderful to have you with us tonight. Before we begin, I want to ask you something. Where are you watching from tonight? Are you in Tennessee, California? Maybe you’re up in New York, or down in Florida. And here’s what…
May 1st, 1958, Red Square, Moscow. The rumble of diesel engines echoed off the Kremlin walls as a new machine rolled past the reviewing stand where Nikita Kruev stood watching. The T-54, soon to be designated the T-55 after modifications, represented the pinnacle of Soviet armored engineering. 100 tons of steel powered by a 520…
at a little past three in the morning on November 29 1944 the American submarine USS archerfish fired six Torpedoes and sank the 71 000 ton Japanese super carrier shinano this is the extraordinary story of how a single Submarine skippered by a then unremarkable Captain claimed the largest warship then afloat the events that…
June 6th, 1944. 6:31 a.m. Omaha Beach, Normandy, France. The first shell hit before the ramp dropped. Private James Callahan, a 22-year-old factory welder from Detroit, watched the man in front of him vaporize. Not fall, not stumble, vaporize. One second, he was there. helmet tilted, rifle gripped, breathing hard. The next second, there was…
October 9th, 1973. Seven tanks. That’s all that stood between a Syrian armored division and the sleeping families of northern Israel. Seven Centurion tanks. Seven exhausted crews who hadn’t slept in 4 days. Ammunition nearly gone. Fuel running on fumes. And through the volcanic dust of the Golden Heights, 160 Syrian tanks were advancing toward…
By late afternoon on December 26th, a spearhead from the fourth armored division, part of Patton’s third army, reached the Bastonia perimeter, and the siege was broken. American forces had broken through to Bastonia. And something German planners believed would be too slow and difficult in winter had just happened in the middle of a…
There is a specific kind of fear that comes with being caught in a lie you didn’t know you were telling. Not the fear of punishment, the fear of discovery, the sudden understanding that what you thought was a shared truth, something everyone quietly agreed to was actually just you. And now someone is looking…
The phone rang [music] at 11:47 p.m. Tony Aardo didn’t move. He sat in his study, a glass of whiskey untouched on the mahogany desk, watching the phone vibrate against the polished wood. Three rings, four five. He knew what the call meant. Somebody had crossed a line that hadn’t been crossed in 50 years….
December 25th, [music] 1963. 7:43 p.m. Tony Marcelo didn’t even look up from carving the meat. Seven men poured through the doorway. Black suits, cold faces, guns already drawn. Tony’s wife, Maria, screamed. His mother dropped a serving dish. The china shattered across the marble floor like the sound of teeth breaking. But Tony just…
The room was so quiet you could hear the candle flames moving. That says everything about the kind of man who owned it. Not the restaurant. Tony Aardo owned the restaurant, yes, but he owned much more than that. He owned Chicago. He owned its judges, its politicians, its police chiefs. He owned the port…
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