The Bolduc Brief: The Importance of Community Policing
Real security starts on the front porch, not a distant headquarters—when officers belong to the neighborhood, trust, accountability, and safer streets follow.
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Real security starts on the front porch, not a distant headquarters—when officers belong to the neighborhood, trust, accountability, and safer streets follow.
Trump didn’t summon an army of occupation; he pulled a field-expedient tourniquet—the D.C. Guard—to cinch the capital’s bleeding edges and keep the streets from turning into a fracture line.
A 22-year-old tank crewman with a top-secret clearance allegedly tried to trade America’s most guarded armor secrets for a Russian passport, proving the deadliest threats can come from within.
It wasn’t enemy fire that dropped five soldiers to the ground—it was a supply sergeant with a sidearm and a grudge no one saw coming.
What started as a night of beats and bottle service ended in blood and ballistic trauma, another savage entry in Chicago’s grim summer playlist.
On a day when Iran threatens to choke off the world’s oil supply, DC rolls out tanks for a $45 million parade, a Marine vet congressman tells the Secretary of Defense to take a hike, and a fake cop guns down Minnesota lawmakers in cold blood—America feels less like it’s celebrating 250 years and more like it’s holding the line on chaos. Welcome to SOFREP’s Evening Brief for Saturday, June 14, 2025.
In the span of a few haunted hours in Honduras, First Lieutenant Marciano Parisano went from a promising young Black Hawk pilot to a name etched into Army CID’s most urgent case files—and someone out there knows why.
When Washington grabs your state’s Guard without asking it’s about showing you who’s boss.
When the Pentagon starts shipping out a battalion of ticked-off Marines from 29 Palms to police protests in Los Angeles, you know the federal government’s not sending a message—they’re sending a warning.
From submarine depths to courtroom shame, Admiral Burke’s fall proves that even a four-star can drown in a kiddie pool of greed and bad decisions.
Colonel Christopher Meeker’s downfall is a textbook example of what happens when personal desire collides with military discipline—and the UCMJ doesn’t blink.
What stays with me most isn’t just the devastation we sifted through by hand, but the faces of those who showed up every day—bloodied, exhausted, unflinching—determined to do right by the dead.