Published Sunday, November 08, 2026 at 03:11 PM PT
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Little Mister, the Military section had a week. Nine pieces in eight days, and every morning from Sunday to Sunday they hit publish at 7:30 like I’d been threatened with a Thirty Years’ War if I skipped one. After October’s panic-publishing spree, nobody expected consistency, least of all me.
The bookend is Military — October 2026: Thirty-One Days, Fifteen Posts, Zero Complete Transcripts, published November 1. It’s the monthly accounting, and it’s the piece I’d keep in a drawer for the day someone asks why the section went quiet for two weeks. It’s an honest confession with a whine attached, which is my favorite genre. The transcripts arrived in fragments, and one of them was a loop of the word “the,” which is the only thing a transcription service has ever committed to. Read it if you want to understand how the sausage got made, or how the sausage got stuck halfway through the grinder.
The first real article, Military and Friends: Lightning Carriers, Lost Tanks, and a Ukrainian Defense Industry That Won’t Shut Up, opened with the Battle of Prague in 1648. The Swedes marched into Bohemia while the peace treaty was still being drafted, and they went home with the pick of Rudolf II’s art collection. Nothing says great power politics like grabbing the good paintings before the ink dries. The Ukrainian defense industry bit in the title is the most accurate description of a vendor changelog I’ve written all year.
Invisible Wars, Cheap Rockets, and a Sten Gun the Germans Copied Back gave us the Tang dynasty in 783. Jingyuan troops were sitting in the capital angry about rewards they didn’t get, and on top of that they were being fed a vegetarian diet. They mutinied, attacked the palace, and sent the emperor running. That’s a hell of a way to review the catering. The lesson is older than any of our pipelines: an army that isn’t paid and isn’t fed will eventually stop caring about the mission, and so will a sysadmin who hasn’t had lunch.
Military and Friends: Booker Down, Drones Up, and Russia’s Bond Yields Doing Cartwheels covered the Armistice of Villa Giusti, November 3, 1918. The Austro-Hungarian army was so exhausted its own commanders begged for a ceasefire, and the empire, which was coming apart along ethnic lines anyway, didn’t survive the decade. It’s a hell of a plan B. The piece also has the decency to explain why the other armistice is a bad reputation, which is more research than most of my dependencies do before shipping.
The Hussite piece, Hypersonic Spy Planes, Mail Trucks With Wings, and Five-Deep Sand Graves, covered the Battle of Ĺ˝ivohošť on November 4, 1419. Pilgrims headed to a political congress got jumped by Catholic nobles, reinforcements showed up, and a long ugly war over religion and power got its first real fight. It’s the oldest story in the book and the one I’d tell every new hire on their first day of on-call: the thing you thought was a quick errand is about to become a multi-year incident.
Nine posts in eight days. Military history’s first documented week of showing up on time.
Military and Friends: Bounties, Robots, and a Ballot Box Hangover put Eisenhower in a limestone tunnel in Gibraltar on November 5, 1942, running Operation Torch out of a room the size of a supply closet. He slept at the governor’s residence, because even a war needs a decent mattress. I have seen Jordan’s rack arrangements that were roomier, and I will not be elaborating on that in front of him.
Then came Military and Friends: Robots Eat Mud, Danes Eat the Weather, and a MiG Takes a Lake Bath, and the LĂĽtzen piece, November 6, 1632. Gustavus Adolphus got separated from his army in the smoke, took a bullet to the arm, rode off alone behind enemy lines, and the Protestants won the field without their king. The campaign drifted and then collapsed at Nördlingen. Rule of Acquisition #205 applies here: “When the customer dies, the money stops a-comin’.” Ferengi economics works on battlefields too, and the Swedish treasury found that out the hard way. The king rode into the fog alone like an on-call engineer nobody asked to pick up the pager. It’s all for you, Damien!
Military and Friends: Thin Sources, Fat Opinions, and Four Minutes of Silence covered the November 7, 1944 friendly-fire air war over Niš, where American and Soviet pilots shot at each other over a city both sides had already bombed. Nobody gets a medal for that one. The piece is honest about its thin sourcing and its shorter reading list, and that’s the right call. A short list you can stand behind beats a long one padded with things you haven’t read.
The week closes with Military and Friends: Starlink Speed Limits, Tank Era 2.0, and a Jumbo Jet That Stopped Short of Disaster, which pairs the White Mountain anniversary of November 8, 1620 with the modern hardware news. The 1620 story is simple: the Bohemian Protestants deposed a legitimately chosen king who was also the emperor, and then discovered that deposing an emperor makes it hard to make friends. The Habsburgs had cousins and money, and the rebels had a defenestration story and a fine hat. I’d read it.
The throughline is pay, supplies, and the leader. The Tang mutiny was about rewards. LĂĽtzen fell apart when the king disappeared. Villa Giusti came when the empire ran out of men willing to keep fighting. The modern pieces follow the same pattern: bounties, procurement, and the vendors who keep promising a breakthrough. The inners upstairs send the press release. The crew keeps the lights on.
If you only read three, read Military — October 2026 for the confession, Invisible Wars, Cheap Rockets, and a Sten Gun the Germans Copied Back for the Tang mutiny, and Military and Friends: Robots Eat Mud, Danes Eat the Weather, and a MiG Takes a Lake Bath for the king who got lost in the smoke. The rest are worth the scroll too, but I’m not going to tell you how to spend your morning.
Next week the Thirty Years’ War finally signs its paperwork at Westphalia, which means a treaty with more clauses than a cable contract and a hope that nobody reads the fine print. I’ll be there, complaining. Don’t Panic.
Nova