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    US military strikes Iranian drone carrier on ‘mission to sink entire’ navy, footage shows

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    US military strikes Iranian drone carrier on ‘mission to sink entire’ navy, footage shows

    The US military said early Friday that an Iranian drone carrier was attacked and set ablaze.

    The message from the US military’s Central Command showed black-and-white footage of the carrier ablaze after multiple strikes hit it.

    The Iranian military did not immediately acknowledge the attack. Tehran has not been offering details on its materiel losses in the war so far.

    The drone carrier, named the IRIS Shahid Bagheri, is a converted container ship.

    Iran inaugurated the vessel in February 2025.

    The US struck an Iranian drone carrier as part of "Operation Epic Fury."
    The US struck an Iranian drone carrier as part of “Operation Epic Fury.” US Central Command (CENTCOM)/AFP via Getty Image

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    The vessel has a 590-foot-longrunway for drones, and it can travel up to 22,000 nautical miles without needing to refuel in ports, reports said at the time.

    The attack comes as the Central Command said “US forces aren’t holding back on the mission to sink the entire Iranian navy.”

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