About Us

Ranger Up launched on 16 June 2006. We make shirts for the military and the patriotic Americans who love the men and women of the Armed Forces. The guys that own this company either were or are still in the military.
Ranger Up is made up entirely of the sarcastic workaholic veterans who love America and the people who serve her. We believe in creating awesome stuff and have proven time and time again that awesome stuff typically comes from the use of whiskey.
Nick spent the best and hardest six years of his life as an infantry officer.
While there are many poignant moments to look back on during his time in uniform, perhaps the most important in his military career was teaching, choreographing, and performing an inspired version of the opening cheer to the movie "Bring It On" with the mortar platoon for his Battalion Commander. That day, as he and the men of the mortars let the world know that they were "sexy, cute, and popular to boot" he saw a look of loathing in the Old Man's face that he had never seen before or since. It was glorious.
Upon leaving the military, Nick decided to become a grown up. He applied to and got into a serious school, studied serious things, got a serious job, bought a serious house, and made serious plans.
All of that stuff was seriously painful. To stay connected to the community he cared about and to keep himself from being so damn serious, in 2006 he started a little hobby he called "Ranger Up." He seriously loved the hobby and when he found out he was going to get promoted again to an even more serious job, he quit, which everyone told him was seriously stupid. They were probably right because he went into serious debt to keep Ranger Up running, and seriously almost went bankrupt, but things started working out... seriously well.
Nick loves his job because he loves the community that he and the rest of the RU team gets to serve every single day. He also loves bourbon, caffeine, 80s flicks, combat sports, and any combination of those four things.
Tom was active duty in the 75th Ranger Regiment from 2000-2004, as a
member of both 2nd Battalion and Regimental Headquaters. Later, while going to college, working as a radio DJ, and serving in the Illinois National Guard, Tom started working at RU as a writer almost immediately after it started. Six months after he began writing, he was invited to Fort Bragg for a Ranger Up event. Once there Nick threw him a phone and he became head of sales. Five months after that, he got a call from Nick at his home in Saint Louis that went exactly like this:

Nick: I want you to move to Durham and be my COO.
Tom: That's a big move, man. How much time do I have?
Nick: Four days.
Tom: Four days isn't a lot of time to make a decision like that.
Nick: I meant I need you here in four days.
Tom: Okay, I'll do it.

When he's not managing the Operation he will usually be found drinking fine bourbon while putting together the latest Star Wars Lego set, and trying to keep his retired military working dog from eating people. In his youth, he aspired to join the theatre. He once auditioned to play Big Foot in a local community production, but was told that he was too hairy for the role. Thus ended his dream. To compensate for his lack of theatrical production, Tom became loud. Very loud. Think of the loudest guy you know. Then double that level of loudness. No. Triple it. That's how loud Tom is. Like Nick, he loves bourbon, caffeine, and combat sports, but he doesn't like 80s flicks, and that's what makes him a bad person worthy of your scorn.
    Nothing like her anywhere, anytime, in the history of the world.
    Basically, the crazy SOBs that put their lives on the line every day for less pay than they deserve so that we Americans can sit in front of our plasma televisions and watch crappy reality TV shows, drive nice cars, eat great food, and generally not have to worry about anything of substance.
    From George Washington to the newest recruit and everyone else in between - Thank You.
    We’re talking about the people that believe the Fourth of July is more than just an excuse to set off fireworks, that flying the American Flag all year long is a civic duty, that taking the time to send letters to our troops is an honor, and who realize that America wasn’t forged on the backs of journalists, politicians, or campus rallies, but rather through the suffering and discipline of steely-eyed men who refused to accept defeat.
  • DOGS.
    Never trust anyone that doesn’t like dogs. They’re loyal. They’d die for you, and all they want in return is some dried food, some petting, and the occasional piece of bacon.
    We…uhhh…think this is a good idea.
    Honestly, aren't they the reason we do anything?
    You know these losers – the guys that profess that America is the worst country ever created, threaten to leave if things continue the way they are, but never do and continue to churn out their 6, 7, and 8 figure salaries, complaining all the way to the bank. Anyone with the balls to compare any of our elected officials to the Nazis should be shot on sight.
    They never support us. They lose all their wars. They break all kinds of UN trade restriction with our enemies. Their "culture department" made using many English words illegal. All this, and they still have De Gaulle (oh, we’re sorry) to try to play the "high moral ground" card as they take a back seat in the world’s struggle to defeat an enemy that threatens the very fabric of western civilization. We understand they’re busy, but how much time does it take to practice weapons dropping and white-flag waving?
    Seriously…We know you guys get a tax break, but come on now, don’t Colonels and Generals make enough to cover their integrity?
    There’s really nothing like hearing a 19-year-old tell you how the world really works, while disregarding your experience overseas. That rocks.
    Particularly anyone that combines any of the following: Econo, geo, political, socio, neo, and landscape OR anyone who uses a philosopher’s name as a descriptive term (Kantian, Machiavellian, and Orwellian are our least favorites). When combined with number 4 (above), we believe this is a crime against humanity.
    We prefer puppets.
    They really, really sting.