Pentagon Releases Videos, Images Of Iranian Strikes
The Department of War has released the first images and videos of U.S. military actions against Iran as the campaign against the regime extends into its third day. Operation Epic Fury has so far claimed the lives of four U.S. military personnel and wounded more than a dozen others.
Early on Monday, Secretary of War Pete Hegseth declared that the primary focus of the U.S. military operation in Iran is the use of lasers.
“Destroy Iranian missiles, destroy Iranian missile production, destroy their navy and other security infrastructure and they will never have nuclear weapons,” said Hesgeth, who was joined by the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff Gen. Dan Caine.
Hegseth declined to give a timeframe for the operation, but he insisted it would not be “endless.”
“This is not Iraq,” Hegseth said. “This is not endless. I was there for both — our generation knows better, and so does this president. He called the last 20 years of nation-building wars dumb and he’s right. This is the opposite. This operation is a clear, devastating, decisive mission: Destroy the missile threat, destroy the navy, no nukes.”
Hegseth said there are no U.S. military “boots on the ground” in Iran right now, but said he would not “go into the exercise of what we will or will not do” in the future.
Caine said it will “take some time for us to conduct a battle damage assessment, and the targeting that CENTCOM will run will take those things into effect.”
At least 11 people have been killed in Israel. The Iranian Red Crescent says 555 people have been killed in Iran.
Caine said it will “take some time for us to conduct a battle damage assessment, and the targeting that CENTCOM will run will take those things into effect.”
Hegseth on Monday accused Iran of having started the war, saying Iran’s “stubborn and self-evident nuclear pursuit” as well as “targeting global shipping lines.”
“Iran had a conventional gun to our head as they tried to lie their way to a nuclear bomb,” Hegseth said to a room full of reporters on Monday morning with an important update.
Meanwhile, Secretary of State Marco Rubio told a gaggle of reporters on Saturday, following U.S. and Israel strikes on Iran, that “the old world” he grew up in “is gone,” while urging American allies to realize that and help Washington forge a new path forward for the West.
“The world is changing very fast right in front of us,” Rubio said. “The old world is gone, frankly, the world I grew up in, and we live in a new era of geopolitics, and it’s gonna require all of us to sort of reexamine what that looks like and what our role is going to be.”
He added, “We’ve had many of these conversations in private with many of our allies. We need to continue to have those conversations.”
White House Press Secretary Karoline Leavitt said Saturday that Rubio notified senior congressional leaders ahead of the joint U.S. Israeli military operation against Iran.
Leavitt’s statement, posted to X, came as critics questioned whether President Donald Trump authorized the strikes without the required approval from Congress.
“President Trump monitored the situation overnight at Mar a Lago alongside members of his national security team. The President spoke with Prime Minister Netanyahu by phone,” Leavitt wrote.
“Prior to the attacks, Secretary Rubio called all members of the gang of eight to provide congressional notification, and he was able to reach and brief seven of the eight members,” she added.
“The President and his national security team will continue to closely monitor the situation throughout the day.”
Leavitt did not indicate whether Trump would return to Washington or remain at his Florida residence.
The so-called “Gang of Eight” includes the Senate and House majority and minority leaders, as well as the chairs and ranking members of the House and Senate intelligence committees.
Under the 1947 National Security Act, Congress must be kept “fully informed” of significant intelligence activities.
However, according to the Harvard Kennedy School, presidents from both parties have interpreted that language to mean that notifying the “Gang of Eight” satisfies the requirement rather than briefing the full intelligence committees.
I only meant to check on my daughter, but the scene inside that dining room made my blood turn cold. She was pregnant, drenched, and shaking over a sink piled high with dishes, while her husband laughed with investors and his mother watched like a queen. “Hurry up,” he snapped. “You’re humiliating me.” I walked out without a word and made one phone call. Moments later, his investors pushed back their chairs, killed the million-dollar contract, and greeted me like the person who truly held their future.
PART 1 — The Night I Discovered What My Daughter Had Been Hiding
The first thing I noticed was not the luxury.
Not the crystal chandelier hanging above the dining room.
Not the polished silverware arranged perfectly across the long wooden table.
Not the six men in expensive suits laughing over glasses of wine while discussing numbers that probably had more zeros than I wanted to count.
The first thing I noticed...
Was my daughter.
And for a moment, I forgot how to breathe.
Emily stood near the kitchen sink.
Barefoot.
Eight months pregnant.
Her dress was soaked from the knees down, clinging to her tired body.
Her hair stuck against her cheeks.
Her hands were red and trembling as she scrubbed a mountain of dirty dishes stacked higher than I thought one person should ever have to wash alone.
She looked nothing like the daughter I remembered.
The little girl who used to run through our backyard with muddy shoes.
The teenager who argued about bedtime but always came back five minutes later to hug me.
The young woman who promised me she would never let anyone make her feel small.
But standing there...
She looked small.
Too small.
I had only gone there because I wanted to check on her.
That was all.
Emily had missed three of my calls that week.
She usually answered immediately.
Even when she was busy.
Even when she was tired.
But lately, her messages had become shorter.
I'm okay, Mom.
Just busy.
I'll call you soon.
Every mother knows when those words are hiding something.
We may not know what the secret is.
But we know there is one.
So I drove across town that evening with a small bag of groceries and the excuse that I wanted to bring her some homemade soup.
I didn't tell myself I was worried.
Because admitting that meant something was wrong.
And I wasn't ready for that.
The house was exactly what I expected.
Huge.
Perfect.
Cold.
Daniel had always loved appearances.
Everything about his life was designed to impress people.
The expensive car.
The designer clothes.
The photographs with important people.
The stories about his business.
Especially his business.
He wanted everyone to believe he was a man destined for greatness.
And according to him, tonight was supposed to be one of the biggest nights of his career.
Important investors were visiting.
A million-dollar partnership was supposedly on the table.
That was why, when I opened the front door and heard laughter coming from the dining room, I assumed everything was normal.
Until I saw her.
At the table, Daniel sat at the center.
Like a king.
His suit was perfectly pressed.
His watch probably cost more than my first car.
He held a wine glass in one hand while explaining his vision to the men around him.
"Gentlemen," he said confidently, "success is built on trust."
Everyone listened.
Everyone smiled.
Everyone looked impressed.
Except my daughter.
She was standing behind them.
Cleaning up after them.
Daniel's mother, Marianne, sat beside him.
She was wearing a pearl necklace and the expression of someone who believed the entire room belonged to her.
The moment she noticed me, her smile disappeared.
Then she recovered.
"Well," she said loudly.
Every person at the table turned.
"Look who decided to visit without announcing herself."
Her tone was polite.
But I knew women like Marianne.
They could insult you while smiling.
"Linda."
Daniel looked over.
His smile paused for half a second.
Then it returned.
Sharp.
Controlled.
"Didn't expect to see you tonight."
Not Mom.
Not welcome.
Just my name.
I noticed.
Emily looked up.
"Mom?"
The way she said it broke my heart.
Not because she was happy to see me.
Because she sounded embarrassed.
Like she had been caught doing something shameful.
I stepped farther into the room.
My eyes never left her.
"Why is my daughter wet?"
Nobody answered immediately.
That silence told me more than any explanation could.
Daniel laughed softly.
The kind of laugh people use when they want everyone else to think the person asking questions is being unreasonable.
"Linda, relax."
He lifted his glass.
"Emily spilled some water."
I looked at the floor.
A puddle surrounded her feet.
But the explanation didn't make sense.
A glass of water didn't make a pregnant woman look terrified.
A glass of water didn't make her hands shake.
A glass of water didn't make her avoid eye contact with her own mother.
"She insisted on helping," Daniel continued.
"You know Emily."
He smiled.
"She can be dramatic."
I looked at my daughter.
"Is that true?"
Emily opened her mouth.
Then closed it.
That hurt more than anything.
Because my daughter had never been afraid to speak.
Not with me.
Not ever.
But now...
She was measuring every word.
Every breath.
Every reaction.
Marianne placed her wine glass down.
"A wife should support her husband."
Her voice was calm.
Almost reasonable.
Especially when heard by strangers.
"Daniel has important people here tonight. The least Emily can do is make things easier for him."
I stared at her.
"By washing dishes?"
Marianne smiled.
"By being useful."
The word hung in the air.
Useful.
Not loved.
Not respected.
Useful.
One of the investors shifted uncomfortably.
Another looked down at his plate.
They noticed.
They all noticed.
But nobody wanted to be the first person to say something.
Because powerful people often create rooms where everyone sees the truth...
And nobody wants to touch it.
I walked closer to Emily.
Only then did I see everything.
The raw skin around her fingers.
The exhaustion under her eyes.
The way one hand kept protecting her stomach.
The way she stood carefully, as if every movement hurt.
And behind her...
A basket full of wet towels.
A cracked glass near her bare feet.
A kitchen floor that looked like she had been cleaning for hours.
Then Daniel spoke.
Without looking at her.
"Emily."
Her shoulders immediately tightened.
"Yes?"
"Move faster."
The entire room went quiet.
"You are making us look bad."
I looked at him.
Really looked at him.
This was the man my daughter married.
The man who promised to protect her.
The man who held her hand when she told us she was pregnant.
The man who looked into my eyes and promised:
"I'll take care of her."
But now...
He was sitting comfortably while she stood barefoot in water.
Emily whispered:
"I'm fine, Mom."
But she wasn't.
And we both knew it.
I slowly placed the grocery bag on the table.
Then I looked around the room.
At the investors.
At Marianne.
At Daniel.
And finally...
At my daughter.
Something inside me changed.
Because I understood something in that moment.
Daniel thought I was powerless.
He thought I was just Linda, an older woman with a modest home and an ordinary life.
He thought he could humiliate my daughter in front of me and face no consequences.
What he didn't know...
Was that I had spent years quietly building something he never bothered to ask about.
I had allowed people to underestimate me.
Because arrogant people reveal themselves when they believe no one can stop them.
I looked at Daniel.
And I smiled.
Not because I was calm.
But because I finally knew exactly who I was dealing with.
And he had no idea...
That the woman he thought was harmless was about to become the biggest problem his empire had ever faced.
