Ukraine

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.

They came with badges, not handcuffs—a reminder that in this new kind of war, the lines between warning, watching, and silencing have blurred beyond recognition.

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.

Victory isn’t flags on rooftops or borders redrawn—it’s the stubborn act of existing, of speaking your mother tongue in defiance, while the sky falls and the world debates your worth.

What looked like chaos on the battlefield was actually doctrine—Russia’s brutal, plodding logic of endurance dressed in the rags of attrition and fed through the teeth of drone warfare.

War didn’t greet me with a banner or a cause—it handed me a shovel, a borrowed rifle, and a promise that if I didn’t dig fast enough, I’d meet God before breakfast.

While the world argued over tanks and F-16s, the CIA quietly built a deniable war machine in the Ukrainian shadows—armed to the teeth, fluent in covert chaos, and operating under a silence so deep Congress could barely hear its own heartbeat.

Trump didn’t start sending missiles because he had a change of heart—he did it because getting outmaneuvered by Putin and boxed in by Europe made doing nothing look worse than pulling the trigger.

While Kyiv burned under a record-breaking Russian drone assault and Hamas eyed a ceasefire deal with fingers crossed behind their back, President Trump saluted B-2 pilots at the White House—just not by name, because in 2025, even heroes have to hide. Welcome to Saturday, July 5th, 2025. This is your SOFREP Morning Brief.

Drones aren’t the future of warfare—they’re the present, and anyone not paying attention is already a step behind.

When the shell crates are empty and NATO’s still circling the bureaucracy drain, you improvise with whatever’s sticky, stinks, and might make a Russian grunt rethink his life choices.

As Ukraine mourns a fallen F-16 pilot, Trump burns the midnight oil pushing for peace in Gaza, and 140,000 Serbs flood Belgrade demanding change—one thing’s clear: the world isn’t sleeping, and neither are its people. Welcome to Sunday, June 29, 2025. Here is your SOFREP Morning Brief.