The Empire Eats Its Own

Leaked intercepts, foreign cannon fodder, and two strongmen discovering their strength was always an illusion

Somewhere deep in the Donetsk region, a Russian commander is screaming into a radio spitting fury, f-bombs, and what remains of his authority, because no one can seem to get a damn helicopter in the air. His men are dying, his orders are ignored, and his air support is probably eating lunch. It’s not war, it’s farce. And if Ukraine’s military intelligen…