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As Zelensky calls for peace talks while Russian missiles keep flying, Tulsi Gabbard lobs criminal referrals at Obama-era spooks, and Pete Hegseth’s inner circle unravels faster than a cheap knockoff poncho in a monsoon—reminding us that in D.C., chaos isn’t a bug, it’s the whole damn system. Welcome to Sunday Morning, July 20th, 2025. This is your SOFREP AM Brief.
From Hollywood mayhem to high-stakes swaps and Congo ceasefires, the world’s burning at both ends—and NATO’s new boss says if we don’t start cranking out bullets faster than the bad guys, we might be the next ones getting smoked. It’s Saturday, July 19th, 2025. Here’s your SOFREP Evening Brief
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.
When Special Operations Command sends out a weekend “Duty to Warn” targeting Florida of all places, you know it’s not the gators you need to be worried about.
The Justice Department talks a big game about accountability, but at this point, they’d need a GPS and divine intervention just to locate their own spine.
When bullets start flying, you don’t rise to the occasion—you fall to the level of your training, so train your family like their lives depend on it, because one day they just might.
On July 18, the world saw Israel and Syria shake hands after a week of bloodletting, the EU slam Russia with its harshest sanctions yet, and Trump’s DOJ crack open the Epstein vault—three headlines that read like a geopolitical fever dream, but here we are on Saturday morning, July 19, 2025. This is your SOFREP morning brief.
Ceasefire collapses in Syria, US expands migrant detention, and more. Here’s what you need to know this Friday evening, July 18, 2025.
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.
Three experienced bomb squad deputies lost their lives doing the dangerous work they were trained for—a dark reminder that even in controlled environments, the margin for error in this business is razor-thin.
You didn’t spend years dodging mortars and herding chaos just to get ghosted by a middle manager named Chad—translate your warfighting into workforce gold and make them pay you what you’re worth.
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.