Breaking: Pentagon Unveils Newly Released Videos and Photos of Iranian Attacks
New Footage Released: Pentagon Shows Iranian Strike Videos and Photos
The Department of War has released the first photos and video footage showing U.S. military strikes against Iran as the ongoing campaign enters its third day. The operation, known as Operation Epic Fury, has already resulted in the deaths of four American service members, while more than a dozen others have been injured.
Early Monday morning, Secretary of War Pete Hegseth announced that the central objective of the U.S. operation in Iran is the use of advanced laser systems.
“Destroy Iran’s missiles, eliminate their missile manufacturing capabilities, cripple their navy, and dismantle their security infrastructure—then they will never obtain nuclear weapons,” Hegseth said during a briefing alongside Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff Gen. Dan Caine.
Hegseth declined to specify how long the operation would last but emphasized that it would not become an open-ended conflict.
“This is not Iraq,” Hegseth stated. “This mission will not drag on indefinitely. Our generation understands the mistakes of the past. The president has called the last 20 years of nation-building wars misguided, and he’s right. What we’re doing now is completely different. This is a clear, powerful, and decisive mission: eliminate the missile threat, neutralize their navy, and ensure they never develop nuclear weapons.”
He also confirmed that there are currently no U.S. ground troops inside Iran, though he refused to discuss potential future actions.
General Caine added that a full battle damage assessment would take time, explaining that U.S. Central Command would carefully analyze the results of the strikes before determining the next targets.
Meanwhile, the conflict has already caused heavy casualties in the region. At least 11 people have been reported killed in Israel, while the Iranian Red Crescent claims that 555 people have died in Iran since the fighting began.
During the briefing, Hegseth accused Iran of triggering the conflict through its continued nuclear ambitions and its actions against international shipping routes.
“Iran essentially held a conventional weapon to our head while attempting to deceive the world about its nuclear intentions,” Hegseth told reporters.
At the same time, Secretary of State Marco Rubio spoke to journalists on Saturday following the coordinated U.S. and Israeli strikes. He said the global political landscape is rapidly shifting and warned that the world has entered a new geopolitical era.
“The world is changing very quickly right before our eyes,” Rubio said. “The world I grew up in is gone. We are now living in a completely different geopolitical environment, and it requires all of us to reconsider what our roles and responsibilities will be moving forward.”
Rubio added that the United States has already begun discussing these changes privately with several allied nations and plans to continue those conversations.
White House Press Secretary Karoline Leavitt also confirmed on Saturday that Rubio notified senior members of Congress before the U.S.-Israeli strikes on Iran were carried out.
Leavitt made the announcement in a post on X after critics questioned whether President Donald Trump had authorized the strikes without proper congressional approval.
“President Trump monitored developments overnight at Mar-a-Lago alongside members of his national security team. The president also spoke by phone with Prime Minister Netanyahu,” Leavitt wrote.
She explained that Secretary Rubio contacted all members of the so-called ‘Gang of Eight’—the top congressional leaders responsible for intelligence oversight—and successfully briefed seven of the eight members before the attacks.
“The president and his national security team will continue to closely watch the situation throughout the day,” she added.
Leavitt did not say whether Trump planned to return to Washington or remain at his residence in Florida.
The “Gang of Eight” consists of the Senate majority and minority leaders, the Speaker and minority leader of the House, and the chairs and ranking members of the House and Senate intelligence committees.
Under the 1947 National Security Act, the executive branch is required to keep Congress “fully informed” about significant intelligence operations. However, according to experts at the Harvard Kennedy School, presidents from both political parties have often interpreted this requirement to mean that informing the Gang of Eight satisfies the legal obligation rather than briefing the entire intelligence committees.
My mother-in-law cut my $8,000 evening gown into pieces while my husband stood three feet away and watched.
My mother-in-law cut my $8,000 evening gown into pieces while my husband stood three feet away and watched.
The scissors made one final metallic snap.
A strip of midnight-blue silk fell from Eleanor’s hand and landed beside my knee.
I stared at the ruined dress scattered across the cream-colored rug.
Hundreds of tiny black beads glittered among the torn fabric like broken glass.
Behind Eleanor, my husband Daniel stood with his arms crossed.
He didn’t look shocked.
He didn’t look angry.
He looked annoyed.
As if I were the problem.
My seventeen-year-old stepdaughter, Madison, stood near the doorway in a pink sweater and jeans, hugging herself tightly.
Her face had gone pale.
“Mom,” Daniel finally said to Eleanor, “I think that’s enough.”
Eleanor turned toward him.
“Enough?”
She gave a cold laugh.
“She was planning to wear this tonight.”
I slowly looked up.
“Of course I was.”
Eleanor’s eyes narrowed.
“No, Claire.”
She pointed the scissors at the shredded gown.
“You were planning to embarrass this family.”
I almost laughed.
Instead, I stayed on my knees and picked up a piece of silk.
The gown had arrived three days earlier.
Custom fitted.
Hand-beaded.
Designed specifically for the Sterling Foundation Gala.
The biggest charity event Daniel’s family hosted every year.
For seven years, I had attended that gala as Daniel Sterling’s wife.
I smiled for photographs.
I shook hands with donors.
I sat quietly beside Eleanor while she accepted praise for charitable programs I had spent months organizing.
And every year, Eleanor reminded me of the same thing.
I was lucky to be there.
Lucky Daniel had married me.
Lucky the Sterling family had accepted a woman who had grown up in a two-bedroom apartment with a waitress for a mother.
Apparently, this year, even that wasn’t enough.
I placed the torn fabric carefully on the rug.
“What exactly about the dress was embarrassing?”
Eleanor lifted her chin.
“It draws attention.”
“That’s what evening gowns usually do.”
“Don’t be sarcastic with me.”
Daniel sighed.
“Claire, please.”
I turned toward him.
There it was.
That phrase.
Claire, please.
He had used it for years.
Whenever his mother insulted me.
Claire, please.
Whenever Eleanor changed our holiday plans without asking.
Claire, please.
Whenever she walked into our house without knocking.
Claire, please.
Whenever she criticized the way I dressed, spoke, cooked, worked, or raised Madison.
Claire, please.
It never meant please.
It meant surrender.
I stood slowly.
“What would you like me to do, Daniel?”
He rubbed his jaw.
“Just wear something simpler tonight.”
I looked at the floor.
“My dress is in forty pieces.”
“I mean another dress.”
Eleanor nodded.
“The black one I put on your bed.”
I looked at her.
“You went through my closet?”
“It’s my son’s house.”
The room went silent.
Madison looked down.
Daniel did nothing.
Something inside me became very still.
For years, those words would have hurt.
That afternoon, they didn’t.
Because Eleanor had no idea what had happened at eleven o’clock that morning.
Neither did Daniel.
I walked past her.
She stepped in front of me.
“We are not finished.”
“Yes, we are.”
Her expression hardened.
“You will wear the black dress tonight.”
“No.”
Daniel finally moved.
“Claire.”
I turned.
He lowered his voice.
“Can you stop making everything harder?”
I studied the man I had married.
Thirteen years earlier, Daniel had been different.
Or maybe I had simply been better at making excuses for him.
When we first met, he loved that I challenged him.
After we married, he preferred me agreeable.
When Madison’s biological mother died, I became the one who attended school meetings, stayed beside her through fevers, helped with homework, drove her to dance classes, and sat outside her bedroom when grief kept her awake.
Daniel worked.
Eleanor criticized.
I held the family together.
And somehow, I was still treated like a guest.
Madison suddenly spoke.
“Dad, Grandma destroyed her dress.”
Daniel looked at her sharply.
“Stay out of this.”
“But she did.”
“Madison.”
The girl flinched.
I immediately stepped between them.
“Don’t talk to her like that.”
Eleanor rolled her eyes.
“There.”
She pointed toward me.
“That is exactly the problem.”
I frowned.
“What problem?”
“You constantly encourage disrespect.”
“By asking him not to yell at his daughter?”
“She is Daniel’s daughter.”
My eyes hardened.
“I know exactly whose daughter she is.”
Madison looked at me.
Eleanor continued.
“You forget your place.”
That sentence changed everything.
Not because I had never heard it before.
Because this time, Daniel nodded.
Barely.
But I saw it.
Madison saw it too.
I looked at my husband.
“You agree with her?”
Daniel exhaled.
“I think you’ve become too comfortable.”
For a moment, nobody moved.
Then I smiled.
It wasn’t intentional.
It simply happened.
Eleanor’s confidence wavered.
“What’s funny?”
“Nothing.”
I reached down and picked up my phone from the bed.
Daniel frowned.
“Where are you going?”
“To get ready.”
Eleanor glanced at the destroyed gown.
“In what?”
I looked at her.
“You’ll see.”
Three hours later, the Sterling Foundation Gala was packed with nearly six hundred guests.
Champagne glasses sparkled beneath crystal chandeliers.
Politicians, business executives, physicians, and reporters moved through the ballroom.
Daniel stood near the entrance in a tuxedo.
Eleanor wore silver.
Madison wore a simple navy dress.
And then I arrived.
I wasn’t wearing black.
I was wearing white.
A simple, elegant white gown with long sleeves and no jewelry except my wedding ring.
Eleanor’s expression changed the moment she saw me.
Daniel approached immediately.
“What are you doing?”
“Attending the gala.”
“My mother told you—”
“I know what your mother told me.”
People nearby began looking at us.
Daniel forced a smile.
“We’ll discuss this at home.”
“No.”
His smile disappeared.
“No?”
“There’s nothing left to discuss at home.”
Before he could answer, the ballroom lights dimmed.
The master of ceremonies walked onto the stage.
“Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for joining us for the thirty-second annual Sterling Foundation Gala.”
Applause filled the ballroom.
Daniel straightened his jacket.
Eleanor moved toward the front table.
I followed.
For the next twenty minutes, everything proceeded normally.
A video played.
Donors were thanked.
A hospital expansion was announced.
Then the foundation’s attorney, Mr. Whitmore, walked onto the stage.
Daniel frowned.
That wasn’t on the program.
Neither was what happened next.
Mr. Whitmore adjusted the microphone.
“Before tonight’s fundraising auction begins, there has been an important change in the foundation’s leadership.”
Eleanor froze.
Daniel leaned forward.
I remained still.
“Earlier today,” Mr. Whitmore continued, “the Sterling Foundation received the completed transfer of voting authority previously held by its principal private benefactor.”
Whispers spread through the ballroom.
Daniel looked at his mother.
“What is he talking about?”
Eleanor shook her head.
Mr. Whitmore smiled.
“I would like to welcome the foundation’s new controlling trustee.”
Then he said my name.
“Mrs. Claire Sterling.”
Nobody moved.
Daniel stared at me.
Madison covered her mouth.
Eleanor’s face emptied of color.
I stood.
Applause began somewhere near the back.
Then another table joined.
Within seconds, the ballroom was filled with it.
I walked onto the stage.
Daniel followed me with his eyes like he was watching a stranger.
Maybe he was.
Mr. Whitmore handed me the microphone.
I looked across the room.
“My late mother never had much money.”
Eleanor’s expression shifted.
She knew where this was going.
“But she spent twenty-eight years working for one man.”
I looked toward Mr. Whitmore.
“That man was Charles Whitmore Sr.”
The room quieted.
“He had no children.”
Daniel slowly stood.
I continued.
“My mother cared for his wife through cancer. After his wife passed away, my mother continued managing his household until her own health failed.”
Eleanor whispered something under her breath.
“Mr. Whitmore left my mother a minority ownership interest in several private investments.”
Daniel’s eyes widened.
“She never used the money.”
I smiled faintly.
“Neither did I.”
The ballroom was completely silent now.
“For thirteen years, those investments continued growing.”
I looked directly at Eleanor.
“Today, the final transfer cleared.”
Daniel walked toward the stage.
“Claire.”
I ignored him.
“The investment group now controls fifty-four percent of the Sterling Foundation’s primary holding company.”
Eleanor grabbed the edge of the table.
Daniel stopped walking.
I continued.
“And I control the investment group.”
Gasps moved through the room.
Eleanor stood.
“That’s impossible.”
Her voice carried farther than she intended.
Every camera turned toward her.
I looked down from the stage.
“No, Eleanor.”
I paused.
“What was impossible was spending thirteen years convincing myself that disrespect was the price of belonging to your family.”
Daniel’s jaw tightened.
“This is private.”
“You made it public this afternoon.”
His face changed.
He knew.
The dress.
Madison suddenly stood.
“Tell them.”
Daniel spun toward her.
“Madison.”
She looked terrified.
But she didn’t sit down.
“Tell them what Grandma did.”
Eleanor’s face hardened.
“Be quiet.”
Madison reached into her purse.
Then she raised her phone.
“I recorded it.”
Daniel went pale.
Eleanor stared at her granddaughter.
“You recorded me?”
Madison swallowed.
“Yes.”
Then she looked at me.
“Because nobody ever believes Claire.”
That hurt more than anything Eleanor had said.
Not because it was cruel.
Because it was true.
Daniel climbed onto the stage.
“Claire, listen to me.”
I stepped away.
He lowered his voice.
“We can fix this.”
I looked at him.
“You watched your mother destroy my dress.”
“I told her to stop.”
“After she finished.”
“I was trying to keep the peace.”
“No.”
I removed my wedding ring.
“You were trying to keep me quiet.”
His face collapsed.
“Claire.”
I placed the ring in his palm.
“There’s a difference.”
Eleanor pushed through the crowd.
“You cannot simply walk into our foundation and take control.”
I looked at her.
“Your foundation?”
“Yes.”
Mr. Whitmore cleared his throat.
“Mrs. Sterling.”
Eleanor turned toward him.
He held out a folder.
“You should probably read page four.”
She grabbed it.
Her eyes raced across the page.
Then stopped.
“What is this?”
I stepped down from the stage.
“The house.”
Daniel looked confused.
“What about the house?”
I met his eyes.
The mansion where Eleanor had destroyed my dress had belonged to Daniel’s grandfather.
After his death, taxes and business losses had nearly forced the family to sell it.
Seven years earlier, an anonymous investment company had purchased the mortgage.
Eleanor had spent years bragging that a “family friend” had saved the property.
She never bothered learning the company’s ownership structure.
I had.
Because the company was mine.
I looked directly at Eleanor.
“You were right about one thing this afternoon.”
She stared at me.
“It wasn’t my husband’s house.”
My voice stayed calm.
“It was mine.”
Daniel looked like he had forgotten how to breathe.
Eleanor slowly lowered the folder.
I continued.
“And as of this morning, Daniel no longer has authorization to represent my holding company.”
Daniel stepped forward.
“What does that mean?”
“It means your office access was canceled at noon.”
His face turned white.
“Claire.”
“And your company card.”
“You can’t do this.”
“I already did.”
Eleanor stared at me with pure hatred.
“All because of a dress?”
I shook my head.
“No.”
I looked toward Madison.
She had tears in her eyes.
But she was smiling.
“This was never about the dress.”
I faced Eleanor again.
“It was about every time you humiliated me because you thought I had nowhere else to go.”
Then I looked at Daniel.
“And every time your son allowed it because he thought I would never leave.”
Daniel whispered my name.
I walked past him.
Madison hurried after me.
Behind us, Eleanor shouted.
“Madison!”
The girl stopped.
For one second, I thought she might go back.
Instead, she turned.
“Grandma?”
Eleanor pointed at me.
“She is not your mother.”
Madison’s face changed.
She walked back several steps.
Then she said something Eleanor would remember for the rest of her life.
“You’re right.”
She paused.
“She didn’t have to be.”
Madison turned around.
And came with me.
Outside, the night air was cool.
Valet attendants moved between expensive cars.
Music continued inside the ballroom as though nothing had happened.
Madison stood beside me.
“Where are we going?”
I smiled.
“Home.”
She looked back toward the hotel.
“Which home?”
For the first time that day, I laughed.
I opened the passenger door of my car.
“The one your grandmother thinks I’m about to kick her out of.”
Madison’s eyes widened.
“Are you?”
I thought about it.
Then I shook my head.
“No.”
She looked surprised.
I smiled.
“I’m giving her thirty days.”
Madison laughed.
Then my phone vibrated.
One message.
Daniel.
PLEASE COME BACK.
I stared at it for several seconds.
Then deleted it.
Because sometimes the most powerful revenge isn’t destroying someone.
It’s simply stopping them from destroying you.
And for the first time in thirteen years, I wasn’t asking the Sterling family for permission to stay.
They were about to ask me.
