Ukraine

In a sunlit Kyiv shop three months after Putin’s invasion, a stranger kissed my hand and thanked America, a small human moment that crystallized why Ukraine’s fight for hearth and home deserves unwavering support even amid the Kremlin’s reckless threats.

Watching Pokrovsk ground to dust meter by meter, I see Washington and Budapest flirting with an alliance of convenience that would codify the stalemate into Western policy and rename exhaustion as realism.

At Saab’s Linköping plant on October 22, 2025, Zelensky and Kristersson unveiled a landmark deal to equip Ukraine with at least 100 Gripen fighters starting in 2026, a rugged highway-strip-capable fleet with long reach and low costs that signals Europe is serious about beating back Russian aggression.

Russia’s war in Kherson has descended into a sport of civilian hunting; a moral collapse broadcast online for the world to ignore.

When Russian armor crossed the border and the drones began their ragged buzz over Kyiv, I learned that heartbreak and geopolitics break you in the same place, and the only answer was to hold the line long enough for principle to matter.

By carving through refineries, rail, and bomber bases deep inside Russia, Ukraine’s DeepStrike drone campaign is strangling the Kremlin’s war machine at its fuel line and showing how precision hybrid warfare can wreck an empire’s logistics without inviting nuclear catastrophe.

When the guns pause and the ash settles, the men who learned to live at the zero line will drift outward like sparks on the wind, carrying paid skills, unpaid debts, and a quiet promise that the war is not finished with us yet.

As the steppe turns to mud and the skies to low cloud, Russia trades men for meters while Ukraine adapts, holds its hubs, and waits for the freeze.

Trump’s sudden pledge that Ukraine can reclaim all occupied land is less a policy than a gamble—one that only matters if he backs it with steel, not slogans.

US greenlights $850M ERAM missile sale to Ukraine, boosting long-range strikes while keeping pilots out of Russia’s dense air defenses.

A Ukrainian Yak-52—once a humble trainer—now screams low over Kherson with a rear-seat gunner and a shotgun, turning the sky into a drone-killing skeet range.

From the moment Erieye lit the Super Flanker at 150 miles, our silent Viper stalked in, loosed a single AIM-120C, and wrote a new line in this war’s air combat ledger.