The Bolduc Brief: Challenges in Military Leadership – A Call for Reform in Command Selection
When generals trade their moral compass for career preservation, the troops end up navigating the battlefield blind.
When generals trade their moral compass for career preservation, the troops end up navigating the battlefield blind.
Real leaders aren’t forged in echo chambers—they’re the ones who choose principle over promotion, even when the system dares them not to.
Gen Z’s fragility isn’t a generational quirk—it’s a national security liability, cultivated by overprotective parenting, coddling institutions, and a culture that elevates feelings over facts.
In Africa, if you’re not integrating civil affairs into your security posture from day one, you’re not securing a project—you’re staging a standoff.
I didn’t fight in Ukraine because it was easy—I fought because it was right, and watching Marjorie Taylor Greene parrot Kremlin lies from the safety of her seat in Congress makes me wonder if she even knows the difference.
Having walked the dusty camps of Gaza and the corridors of Israeli power alike, one can conclude that this conflict isn’t about religion—it’s about land, politics, and the human cost of indifference.
Tulsi Gabbard doesn’t need to be a Kremlin agent to be dangerous—she’s already a megaphone for their disinformation, wrapped in the uniform of patriotism and amplified by platforms that should know better.
The real threat to military readiness isn’t partisan politics—it’s a generation of generals who abandoned the warrior ethos in favor of careerism and cowardice.
Reviving talk of the warrior ethos means nothing when the very architects of its erosion remain at the helm, clinging to power and preserving a system designed to reward obedience over accountability.
In thirty-six years of military service, I’ve seen my share of bad ideas—but turning our bases into detention centers ranks high on the list of the most misguided.
Tactical airstrikes may rattle the surface, but without a plan to dismantle Iran’s economic and diplomatic lifelines, we’re just rearranging deck chairs on a sinking ship.
Israel is no longer whispering its red lines to the region—it’s shouting them from 30,000 feet with precision munitions.