Book Review: ARISEN Operators 1, Fall of the Third Temple
Yaël Sion does not survive the apocalypse by hoping harder; she survives it the way a cutting tool survives steel, by biting down and refusing to let go.
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Yaël Sion does not survive the apocalypse by hoping harder; she survives it the way a cutting tool survives steel, by biting down and refusing to let go.
War has always had a myth side, and today’s “tactical glam” pin-up imagery sells that fantasy with real kit and lethal swagger, drawing civilians in while vets instinctively spot the gaps between the poster and the patrol.
Breaking down how neoconservatism and America First both demand a dominant U.S. military, but one aims to shape the world while the other uses power to secure direct benefits for Americans.
Read the entertaining account of a former Delta Force member describing the interaction between the two elite units.
SOUTHCOM’s Pirate Upgrade. The mission is sus, but the fit is fire!
A tired old NCO, explaining that Pvt. Joe Snuffy is both a real-deal WWII Medal of Honor badass and the eternal, cross-branch screwup whose chaos fuels every safety brief, empowers the E-4 Mafia, and keeps NCOs living on Motrin, Tums, and pure frustration.
Japan’s commitments to Taiwan may stay deliberately foggy, but every new missile battery on the Ryukyus and every long-range purchase order in Tokyo forces Beijing to price Japan into the opening moves, because the “Taiwan problem” stops looking like a solo raid and starts reading like an alliance-triggered brawl.
Pin-up art did not start in WWII, but the war turned it into a morale weapon. From magazine centerfolds to bomber noses, these images reminded troops what “home” looked like, gave crews unit identity, and rode shotgun as lucky charms. The women in the pictures and the women painting them were part of the wartime machine.
Forgiveness without accountability isn’t grace at all; it’s the quiet surrender of your dignity to someone who never earned the right to receive it.
Europe keeps checking the diplomatic weather report while the artillery writes its own deadly forecast on the map.
War wasn’t good versus evil anymore; it was a cash-flow problem with a body count, and the only ones who still believed in clean lines were the ones most likely to get erased.
A warm room, a cold blade, and a pair of elites too wrapped in their own comfort to notice the danger already polishing their silver.