Pete Hegseth, President-elect Donald Trump’s pick to lead the Defense Department, has picked up some positive news this week on his nomination.
Alabama GOP Sen. Katie Boyd Britt came out in support of Hegseth after meeting with him, praising his dedication to Trump’s vision of “peace through strength” and his willingness to change the Pentagon’s goals.
“He is committed to putting our warfighters in the best position and returning the Pentagon’s focus to our force’s lethality,” Britt said on X. “We also had a great discussion about the importance of Alabama to our national defense.”
“During our conversation, I asked direct questions about allegations that have been reported by the media, which Pete answered with candor and transparency. Based on our meeting and his answers, he has my support,” Britt said.
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