December 7, 2025 Some days in history don’t fade. They don’t soften. They don’t blend into the background noise of time. December 7th, 1941, is one of those days. A day when the world was punched awake. A day when young men — barely more than boys — got thrown into fire without warning. A day when fear, duty, sacrifice, and courage fused into one single moment that still echoes through our bones. On Pearl Harbor Remembrance Day, we don’t glorify war. We don’t romanticize death. We don’t wave flags to make ourselves feel patriotic for a few hours. We remember — because remembering is a sacred obligation to the ones who didn’t come home. THE TRUTH IS THIS: REAL HEROES NEVER SEE THEMSELVES AS HEROES When the bombs fell and steel twisted and the sky went black with smoke, those men didn’t pause to ask who was watching. They didn’t check rank. They didn’t wait for instructions written in perfect grammar. They didn’t debate whether they had enough information to act. They moved. They fought. They ran toward fire they didn’t understand. They dragged wounded brothers from oil-covered water. They manned guns on decks that were exploding beneath them. They held the line with nothing but guts, training, and a sense of duty carved into their bones. Ordinary men became the wall that held back the storm. That’s the kind of courage that doesn’t die with time — it becomes the lighthouse for every generation after. WHY THIS DAY MATTERS TO OUR BROTHERHOOD IN THE TRADE You don’t have to wear a uniform to feel the weight of what those men did. Because we, too, live in a world where ordinary people step into extraordinary responsibility. We, too, work in the dark. We, too, answer a call that most people never hear. We, too, understand that safety isn’t a slogan — it’s a promise to the man beside you. When linemen go out in storms, fires, hurricanes — when we climb into danger because communities need us — we’re walking the same ancient road: Duty. Sacrifice. Service. Brotherhood.

First off — thank you. Every single one of you who stepped in here with me just took a leap most people talk about but never make. You showed up. You raised your hand. You said, “Yeah, I’m in. Let’s build something that actually matters.” We're a week into this thing. The First 250 are here; it's been incredible. This place? It’s a work in progress. Still rough around the edges. Still finding its footing. Just like everyone of us did when we first stepped into this trade, but that’s the beauty of it — we’re building it together, in real time, with real conversations and real truth. Several of the modules are filled, and I'm adding more content and programs as we grow. I can't say enough about how grateful I am for all of you. I don’t take it lightly. You could be anywhere else, listening to the same polished corporate noise we’ve all heard for years — but instead, you’re here helping build something raw, honest, and for the boots, not the optics. So settle in. Speak up. Contribute. Call bullshit when you see it. This is your community as much as mine. Welcome to Lineman Bull$hit Skool — where truth lives, we learn from each other, and we rise together. ~Kevin