Of history, warfare, leadership, and alcohol
One of my mentors dropped this quote on me a few years back: "The United States military is obsessed with tactical solutions to strategic problems." After I picked my jaw off the floor because it was such an apt description of the last 20 years, I began to chew on the meaning of what they'd …
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This is brought to you by the author having been subjected to two World War II airborne "experiences" in this year alone, which made them wonder if someone would ever try to encapsulate and commercialize the GWOT experience. This is a work of snark and should not be interpreted seriously. However, if someone does actually …
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Click here for Chapter Nineteen It was dark, down in the holding area for prisoners. Blut Bilder squirmed in his restraints, cursing under his breath. He paused, to glance about him once more. No, still dark. Nothing new there. His eyes had only just managed to become accustomed to the gloom, and even then, there …
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The armored JLTV’s diesel engine growled as the transmission downshifted to avoid getting stuck in the rutted, muddy road. The hulking four-wheeled truck’s right front tire splashed into a deep puddle, cascading windshield with brown water and banging the soldiers inside hard against the armored doors. “Goddamn it, Cisneros, who the fuck taught you how …
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Click here for Chapter Eighteen Ian was stuck. Just absolutely stuck, and hoped fervently that if Admiral Graves himself were here, then that meant everyone else was having a much, much easier time of it. He tried to focus, to listen to what was going on. It appeared to be some sort of briefing. Was …
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They didn’t become space debris. Not this time anyway. With jetpacks mounted, they made the jump from the transport to the hull of the massive flagship, after giving the necessary SOS from the transport and sending it to the far side of the ship. That would keep people fairly busy, Ian had thought, and buy …
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As much as Ian hated to admit it, operating outside the system was a lot more fun than operating inside the system. Granted, there were new challenges - it was a lot more difficult to move around inside Allied zones without clearances. However, once Looper was able to reverse engineer some of the comms equipment …
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With all due apologies to Charles Dickens. Marley was dead: to begin with. There was no doubt ever about that. Marley and Scrooge had been buddies ever since basic training. They’d shared a bunk together. But now, Marley was dead. As dead as a door-nail. Okay, not actually dead-dead, just dead on social media, where …
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“Well this couldn’t have worked out better, Rislen,” said the admiral, chuckling. Ian’s blood went cold - then hot. Rislen. General Rislen Zaros was known all too well in the Army community. As a colonel, he’d led the massacre of an entire US Army scout platoon that had been overrun and had surrendered. No one …
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The whole patrol stood stock still, staring up at the ambush in the trees that had yet to ambush them. Everyone, that is, except for Sasmont , who continued to direct his UAV demining process as undeterred as if he was having brunch back home. Sasmont loved brunch. “Uh, sir, what do we do now?” …
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