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the-garbanzo-annex-jr · 2 months
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liesmyteachertoldme · 11 months
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US is now a woke paper tiger We are 30-40 years away from high-tech miltary equipment made in any great quantities. We are still operating on a WWII time frame for military tactics. We have 44 four star generals-with no combat experience-with an active duty uniform force of 1.1 million soldiers. In WWII we had 12.2 million soldiers in uniform, led by only 7 four star generals with actual combat experience.
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beljar · 2 years
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بالرغم من توفر الدولة المغربية على وثائق تؤكد استعمال اسبانيا للغازات السامة في الفترة الممتدة بين سنتي 1922 و1925، إلا أنها ما زالت تتحاشى طرح الموضوع للنقاش ومطالبة اسبانيا بالإعتذار عن جرائمها ضد الانسانية بالريف، “.. وبالمثل لم يتم في المغرب ذاته أبدا، تداول أخبار عن الحرب الكيماوية ضد المقاومين الريفيين، فكما رأينا أعلاه كانت الحرب في الريف كفاحا من أجل استقلال الريفيين من هيمنة اسبانيا والمغرب معا. والى حدود تاريخ حديث جدا، امتنع المخزن المغربي عن الاعتراف بحدوث حرب كيماوية في الريف على الاطلاق. بل لم نشهد اعترافا بمحمد بن عبد الكريم الخطابي  الا في السنة الاخيرة، اي في ظل إدارة الملك الجديد، وقد طبع هذا الاعتراف نوع من الاحتراز.
سيباستيان بلفور، العناق المميت، من حرب الريف إلى الحرب الأهلية الإسبانية. ترجمة: عبد المجيد عزوزي
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sugas6thtooth · 4 months
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whats-in-a-sentence · 2 months
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The Australian War Memorial Act already includes them in its wide embrace as a "military force of the Crown raised in Australia before the establishment of the Commonwealth", a force entitled to be commemorated in the memorial for its part in "wars and warlike operations". There is space in those sad halls to stand two Australian figures in bronze, a white officer and a black trooper, and engrave on the plinth beneath:
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"Killing for Country: A Family History" - David Marr
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faultfalha · 8 months
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The Nine Schools of Thought contend that all strategy is based on political warfare. But what is political warfare? Is it the application of military force to achieve political goals? Or is it something more subtle, more elusive? The answer, of course, is both. Political warfare is the application of all means, both overt and covert, to achieve a political end. It is the art of persuasion, of subversion, of deception. It is the ability to manipulate your opponent's emotions and perceptions, to bend them to your will. In short, it is the tool of the master strategist.
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neick-hitlz · 10 months
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Barbie Time 💢✨
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workersolidarity · 4 months
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🇾🇪⚔️🇺🇸🇬🇧 🚨
MASSIVE PROTESTS IN YEMEN IN DEFIANCE OF U.S.-LED COALITION STRIKES
📹 Video showing the massive rallies and protests being held in Sa'da, Yemen, after U.S.-led coalition forces launched several drone and missile strikes targeting "military" sites belonging to the Armed Forces of Yemen.
Protests have spread throughout the country in defiance of the U.S. coalition and in solidarity with Palestinians under bombardment and siege in the Gaza Strip.
#source
@WorkerSolidarityNews
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usarmytrooper · 5 months
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I think this is the first time I've posted both pics of this hot Marine.
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kaitaiga · 19 days
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Commissioned via @sleepyconfusedpotato . Don’t steal or reupload.
Popping out of my break to quickly post this amazing drawing of Damien by Sleepy 🥔❤️ I AM IN LOOOOOOVEEEEE LOOK AT HIM 🤩🤩 I wonder who he’s fighting 👁️👁️🔪
I wanted angry, bloodied Damien and Sleeps absolutely DELIVERED!!! *faints*
Thank you again! 🐻❤️ Absolutely made my week!
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ghostwarriorrrr · 3 months
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"Sunset Flight"
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troythecatfish · 1 month
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rapidhighway · 5 months
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They need to stop trying to make Sonic good and instead just make him cool as fuck you know. Do you know what I mean
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fullafterburner · 9 months
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B-1 Lancer
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lennadanvers · 3 months
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Three times Simon wanted to hug you (and the one time he did)
I wrote this for ao3 originally. I'm working on the final part, so I thought I'd start reposting here in the meantime. I hope someone likes it. I feed on comments btw. Just leaving that there.
Ghost’d had missions go badly before… No, scratch that. He had been part of missions that had gone terribly. Some he had barely survived. A lot had failed. That just happens.
Still, he felt like shit.
He was familiar with the feeling. He didn’t understand it, though. Everyone in his team had made it out alive. Even more than that, there had been only a couple minor injuries. That was a luxury he had learned to appreciate. Yes, the target they were supposed to find and bring back to base was laying, dead, on the floor of the helicopter. It wasn’t an especially gruesome sight, either. One shot at the back, most of the blood was still wet on the floor of the enemy base. Ghost had seen people practically turned inside out; this was almost as pleasant at it could get.
He had been dragging the target. The target, because they didn’t have a name. They never did. It had been a person. A very well informed person, if he had to guess, based on the urgency to get them back. Now they were a corpse. They had made the transition in his arms. He hadn’t even realized the target had bled out until they were already flying back.
Price wasn’t going to be happy, but he knew how the job was. Casualties were expected. At least the target wasn’t in anybody else’s hands.
Ghost looked down at his own. His gloves were dirty. If he flexed his fingers, he’d feel the stickiness of the blood. He knew the feeling well enough to be certain that the burning of the cold water of the sink wouldn’t erase it.
The movement of the helicopter landing made him look up. He jumped over the body of the target and stepped out. The sun didn’t touch his skin, completely covered in military grade fabric. But he felt it nonetheless.
His eyes, used to scanning his surroundings, had found you standing at the edge of the helipad. You were right next to the medics, ready to help save the corpse he had dragged here. Suddenly, Ghost became aware of every little sore and tense spot in his body. He had always thought you were capable. Your hands were smaller than his, more delicate- everyone’s were- but still ruthless and unwavering. He took a deep breath and wondered how long it would take you to get rid of all the knots in his back.
Your neck looked pretty, too. No, not pretty. He almost shook his head. Inviting. Warm. Your blood was close to the surface there, but still hidden. Where it belonged. He tore his gloves off, struggling with the stickiness.
Ghost didn’t cry. It wasn’t a matter of pride, or toughness. He had simply forgotten how to. But he started to walk towards you and felt the heat flooding his throat. The closer he got, the smaller you looked and the more pathetic he felt. His boots dragged him across the cement; yours were steady, still. Clean. He was covered in dirt. Another step and he was almost at arms reach. His uniform was itchy. He hadn’t noticed that since he was a rookie. And his holsters were tight, Ghost made sure of that.
Would you hold him tighter?
Would you be warm? Warmer than the target? You’d feel alive.
You’d smell of your shampoo- he had grown used to its fragrance in the showers: it lingered and overpowered his unscented one, even if you had left hours ago. It reminded him of warm, cleansing water. Of the feeling of being bare.
He shook his head. The mask was getting uncomfortable. Your skin looked so soft, though. He blinked. Your collarbone against his lashes. The idea made him inhale deeply.
Another step and he was next to you. You smiled at him; not a big smile, rather a small, confused one. Ghost stared at you for a second, the tears stabbing his throat. All he could do, head ducking as if aiming to hide in your neck, was to shake his head.
Then another step and he kept walking to his barracks: back still tense, nose still burning with the smell of gunpowder, hands itching with dry blood.
Part 2
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neick-hitlz · 2 months
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Incapable lovers
( song: The Measure of Things - Nightlab )
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03/02/24
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