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Aujourd'hui c'est la cérémonie pour une de nos martyrs tombées ces dernières semaines face à Daech. Vous trouverez un résumé de l engagement révolutionnaire de notre camarade.

“The Girl With The Red Scarf” is immortal!

Ayşe Deniz Karacagil was only a student when she became a hero of the rebellion that began in Gezi Park against the ruling religious-fascist regime in Turkey. When was sentenced to a ridiculous 103 years prison as reactionary judges argued the red scarf she wore to protests marked her out as a “socialist terrorist” her case was known across the country. She became hailed as “The Girl With The Red Scarf”. When she was released briefly in February 2014 before retrial she escaped to the mountains, following the path she had learned from revolutionaries she had met in prison.

Soon after she wrote a letter announcing she had joined the armed units of the MLKP to break the siege of Kobane. After the victory over ISIS there she stated how beautiful it was to live in a time of revolution. In 2017 she joined other young communists from across the world in the International Freedom Battalion to liberate Raqqa. She fell a martyr during a clash with ISIS in the morning of May 29th.

By dying in the service of socialism she has become immortal!

Ayşe Karacagil is immortal!

Take up her red scarf and fight on!


“Roboute Guilliman gathered his new armada. Along with elements of the Adeptus Custodes, a small contingent of the Silent Sisterhood, and a vast war host of Primaris Space Marines from many newly founded Chapters, the Primarch set a winding course. Strike forces from over a dozen pre-existing Chapters of Space Marines, led by the Imperial Fists, joined the fleet. Thus began many new legends as Guilliman travelled to aid beleaguered planets, breaking sieges and sweeping away invaders to bring hope back to the desperate defenders. It was not long before word began to spread, as all those planets that could receive astropathic messages hailed the return of a hero out of myth. Once more, one of the demigods of the past fought for the Imperium of Mankind.”


You are not alone, my son. We are always with you here. Here, in your heart… The place we will make our stand against this evil.

But I was not there for you.

Nonsense. Aku’s victories are not your failures. The struggle against Aku is arduous and none have fought more bravely than you, my son. You have won many victories, rekindling hope in the hearts of those you have protected. Each sends their blessing. Each blessing, a stone to fortify this land. Your castle is strong, my son. Your allies are many. Wield what lies within and reclaim what is yours. Break the siege of darkness.

Caesar and Vercingetorix (Gallic Wars: part 5)

Vercingetorix throws down his arms at the feet of Julius Caesar. Painting by Lionel Royer.

In 53 BC, when Caesar had left for Italy after the summer campaign season, the Gallic tribes rebelled under the leadership of Vercingetorix, who raised an army against the Roman legions still wintering in Gaul. Hearing of the rebellion, Caesar crossed the mountains in the south, digging through snow drifts six feet deep, to rejoin his troops. “The very vigour and speed of his march in such wintry conditions,” says Plutarch, “was a sufficient advertisement to the natives that an unconquered and unconquerable army was bearing down upon them” (XXVI.3). To deprive the Romans of food and supplies, Vercingetorix had ordered a scorched-earth policy, and all the neighboring villages and farms were burned, “until fires were visible in all directions.” But one tribe, already having torched twenty towns in a single day, refused to destroy its capital at Avaricum (Bourges), “almost the finest in Gaul, the chief defense and pride of their state.”

Vergingetorix relented and set about to help defend the fortified town, which held a large supply of grain so desperately needed by the Romans. Caesar began a siege that lasted twenty-seven days. It now was early spring 52 BC, and, in spite of incessant rain, two wheeled towers, eighty-feet high, and ramps 330 feet long, over which they could be rolled into place, as well as a high siege terrace, were constructed in less than a month. The Gauls did all they could to counter or destroy the siege works. As the towers increased in height, so the defenders raised their own. They attacked the soldiers at work and tunneled under the terrace to undermine it. As the terrace approached the height of the wall, the defenders became desperate. Caesar writes that “They felt that the fate of Gaul depended entirely on what happened at that moment, and performed before our eyes an exploit so memorable that I felt I must not leave it unrecorded.” It was almost midnight when they again had dug under the terrace and set it on fire. Opposite one of the towers, a Gaul was throwing pitch and tallow onto the fire when he was killed by an arrow from a catapult. Another man stepped forward to take his place and he, too, was killed. Another came forward and also was killed. This continued throughout the night until the fire finally was extinguished.

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qwertyuiop678  asked:

more obitine p l e a s e i want them to be happy (or at least not dead i'll take not dead)

Summary: This was supposed to be written a month ago, as a continuation of the Satine Lives AU that I wrote for a three-sentence fic prompt, but since I’ve been terribly busy, here we go. Set right after the end of ROTS (just corrected a typo there, I’d accidentally written ROTJ before), with everything the same except Satine’s continued existence.

(Also because, you know, anything in connection to Luke Kryze will always be awesome)

Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Satine Kryze, Luke Skywalker, Ahsoka Tano (mentioned), Captain Rex (Mentioned)

Chapters: 1/1

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The Question, Twenty Years Late

The war is over.

Satine stands alone on the palace balcony, and watches the afternoon sunlight glance off the glass towers of Sundari.

The people of Mandalore go about their ways in peace; Ahsoka, Rex, and their men have seen to that. Their last act as general and captain was to break the Siege of Mandalore, and return the system to Satine’s governance.

And then, in the midst of their post-battle laughter, came the order.

Satine remembers the minutes after the first declaration of order sixty-six with mind-numbing clarity.

There was confusion as the troopers not under Ahsoka’s direct command turned blasters towards her, and Ahsoka’s men reflexively raised theirs in return; there was blasterfire, and agonised screaming, one voice but from the mouths many men, brother, brother, why are you doing this-

Satine had wondered, later on, when Ahsoka and Rex and their surviving men have been rushed onto her fastest ship and sent blasting off into unknown space - whether her dream of two krayt dragons, brothers, tearing each other to pieces on black sand was truly simply a dream.

It had seemed too real.

Below Satine’s trembling feet, the palace walls are decorated with frescoes of dying Jedi, crushed under Mandalorian soldiers’ boots in millenia of war. And beyond this biodome, beyond Sundari, Mandalore is covered with dust ground from a billion soldiers’ bones.

The war is over, but at what cost?

Soon, Satine knows, the newly-self-declared emperor will send fresh troops to Mandalore, and ask for her sworn fealty.

It will fill her lips with gall to swear it; but she will have to. To do otherwise would be to condemn her people to extinction.

Her hands clench white and bloodless around the durasteel railing, and she fights the urge to lose her very insubstantial lunch over the balcony side.

Obi-Wan was on Utapau when it happened.

The holonet had been very vocal about his death.

She had not felt anything when she saw. She knew, in a way, that ten thousand Jedi had perished. That statistic, she could comprehend.

She could not, and cannot, comprehend Obi-Wan’s death.

The balcony doors slide open behind her, with hiss of compressed air. It sounds like the gasping breaths of a dying planet.

Satine closes her eyes against the afternoon sunlight, treacherous moisture prickling at her eyelashes, and waits for her attendant to announce the arrival of an Imperial Senate messenger, who will rip Mandalore from her like a child from her side.

But then, suddenly:

“Hello, there.”

Shock. Disbelief.

Satine turns in place.


Utter, complete, rage-filled urge to slap the red-gold beard off that smirking face.

She stalks towards him, hands still clenched into fists, moisture that had welled in her eyes for another reason entirely suddenly breaking free into a torrent of furious tears. She might be snarling. She doesn’t care.

“Obi-Wan, you-”

He lifts calm, tired eyes to meet her tear-streaked gaze and says, with a little catch of humorous grief in his voice, “Shh, my dear, you’ll wake the baby.”


Satine slides sharply to a stop, and stares at the little bundle in the crook of Obi-Wan’s arm.

“This is Luke,” Obi-Wan says, with that same strange lilt in his words. “My- my nephew.”

That raises many questions, but she does not voice them. Satine raises a finger, and brushes it along a pink cheek soft in slumber.

“Satine.” There is something new in Obi-Wan’s voice, now.

She looks at him, and reaches out gently to lower his hood. There is ash in his hair, and black sand speckled in his beard. His tunics, she notices for the first time, are scorched and worn. Her hands skitter over his cheekbones, his chin.

Obi-Wan smiles at her, a shadow of the cocksure grin that had stolen her heart across a campfire, almost two decades ago now, in the year of Mandalore’s civil war. “I’m not sure how to do this, and I’m probably doing it wrong,” he begins. “I know I’m supposed to have a ring, at least. I don’t. I’ve come to your doorstep with nothing but a scarred lightsaber and a baby.” His lips twitch, sardonically, as if realising the ridiculousness of that statement. “But if you’ll have me?”

That last sentence washes over Satine’s ears without entering them for a moment.

“You’re asking,” she says. It isn’t really a question.

“Yes,” Obi-Wan replies, gaze steady. “I’d kneel, but I’m holding Luke, so it would be somewhat awkward.”

“I…” Satine’s hands are frozen on Obi-Wan’s face.

“I once said I would have left the Order, had you said the word,” Obi-Wan murmurs, slipping a hand out from under Luke’s weight to clasp her hand where it rests on his cheekbone. “I know now why you did not - and I am asking a burden of you, to do this. I am asking you to raise a child not your own, and to marry a man who is a death sentence walking, for all the Empire’s intent. Forgive me for asking, but I think I have to.”

He falls silent with the air of a man awaiting either his pardon or his exile.

“What of attachment?” Satine says, softly.

“We were fools. Attachment, in the end, is simply valuing something above our service to the Force; it was something I did not teach, nor understood well enough, until now. And in the end, it brought about this horror.” There is shame there, in those whispered words; sorrow, and grief.

Satine traces Obi-Wan’s face with a perceptive gaze; there are lines there she had not noticed before, like the faint lines that edge her face in the mirror each morning, now.

But there is also a smooth, unmarked face, sleeping quietly between them.

Satine leans forward, and presses her lips to his cheek.

“Yes,” she says.

He makes a sound, something between a hiccup and a sob. Joy, and grief. The next moment, he has pulled her into an awkward embrace, one arm around her and the other holding the child, their child now, between them. She reaches out instinctively to support Luke’s head.

“Satine,” Obi-Wan says. It is all he needs to say.

The Empire will be sending visitors, Satine knows; today, tomorrow, in a week, in years and decades to come - but for the present moment, this is their joy, and it is complete.


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You know, I’ve done a fair bit of arguing in my time in the Star Wars fandom, but I’ve never really said my most controversial opinion. Well, I have a little time and this fandom’s been gracious so far, so let’s go: I like Thrawn in Rebels more than Thrawn in Legends, and firmly believe that he is the more intelligent interpretation.

To set this up, I’ll borrow a Discworld quote. “ Samuel Vimes dreamed about Clues. He had a jaundiced view of Clues. He instinctively distrusted them. They got in the way.” Thrawn takes cues from from Sherlock in that he is a mystical super smart person whose deductions are always right, regardless of the level of evidence, seemingly without any bias that might lead him down the wrong path. It comes across as plausible to us because we already know the answer, so any journey from point A to point B is going to seem like additional details rather than the point of the matter. Science, investigation, every search for truth is based on circumventing bias, on accepting that your inferences can be wrong, searching for evidence, and accepting when the evidence is contrary. Fictional super-sleuths aren’t so much intelligent as they have a gift for always having their first guess be right regardless of how far they had to reach. And deducing the tactics of an army based on artwork is a reach so far that you’d likely just fall into the abyss.

Thrawn in Rebels isn’t mystical. Every deduction he makes, he does on actual evidence. When he suspects that Kallus is a traitor, he doesn’t just do what a protagonist like him would do and just accept it as fact, he gets evidence of it in the form of Ezra’s helmet. He recognizes Hera from the Kalikori and her family portrait. He finds Atollon by feeding the mole and cross-referencing. There’s no “I saw their artwork so now I know how the culture works so I know how their army works” because, as said before, that’s ridiculous. He studies art to gather evidence. He analyzes art to test that evidence. Thrawn might be arrogant, but knows he’s not a superpowered individual. Truly cunning people aren’t successful because they are magically immune to mistakes and bias, but because they know how to deal with it.

There’s only one moment in the season which struck me as especially book-Thrawn like, but unlike the books, he paid for it. Despite the strategic advantage they had in space, he chooses to lead a ground assault on Atollon.  As we’ve learned from countless accounts in history, from the famous typhoons that sunk Mongolian invasions of Japan to the more recent Vietnam War, fighting on unfamiliar ground is huge tactical risk because you simply do not know what is waiting for you. It’s a decision based on bias, on Thrawn assuming this planet is familiar enough to the ones he knows for such a problem to be negligible, on Tarkin saying that surely a man as clever and high-caliber as Thrawn would be able to take prisoners, and likely on previous times when he fought in unfamiliar territory and won. He is just that smart, just that good, he circumvents the disadvantage and breaks the siege….and then the unexpected stabs him in the back and costs him his prisoners. Sapient thunderstorm aside, the error here is realistic: he went into unfamiliar territory, assumed he knew everything pertinent to the mission, and got blindsided by something he had no experience with. It doesn’t matter how “smart” a person is. Anyone can fall victim to bias, and thinking you’re above that  will lead to failure. 

It’s fun to watch super-sleuths figure out the clues. It’s fun to watch them get out of impossible odds based on evidence cleverly planted earlier in the story. And it’s really, really frustrating when you feel something has been “dumbed down” for kids. But frankly (and due my own bias as a scientist) I have a much greater respect for characters who aren’t superhuman, who rely on facts, who get things wrong when they reach. It’s not “dumbing him down”. It’s making him real.










After repelling DOZENS OF ISLAMIC STATE SUICIDE ATTACKS to break the connection to the city, the SAA managed to solidify their control long enought to expand their corridor and let reinforcement into the holdout, long enough for independent agencies to report and confirm the break of tje ssiege

dozens of truckload sof supplies and food have arrive din the city and they are now trying to break the siege around the airport!!!

MEANWHILE, sdf forces are rushing to close the gap and capture the eastern shore of the euphrates before the SAA can cross the river abd expand toward Iraq via the northern shore

anonymous asked:

Hi. My question: how did people recognize each other as "nobility" worked, both in history and in ASoIaF? I mean, there weren't IDs, and I doubt all the nobles in the country knew each other. I started wondering about it when Manderly referred to Davos as "lord Davos" in Dance of Dragons. I mean, he SAID he was a lord and the Hand of the King, but he neither sounded like lord, looked like a lord, and he came withour retinue etc. Wouldn't Manderly think he was just shitting him?

Good question!

So heraldry is a big part of it, hence why we see highborn children drilled to recognize sigils and house words. The immediate practical benefit is knowing who’s who on the battlefield, but it works as well off the battlefield, so that you can avoid awkward social scenarios by making sure that nobles can tell the social status of other nobles, because a key part of noble identity/culture was being very touchy about their status being recognized. (Hence why a lot of conflicts in medieval literature come about when someone’s hiding their identity and thus isn’t treated with the deference due.)

Another part of it has to do with more subtle signs of class distinction, the things that a social climber would have to learn to fake. Accent and diction, dress and fashion, manners and mannerisms, the soft and hard skills taught to nobles, and so on. 

As for Davos, he’s a different case because he is somewhat famous - breaking the siege of Storm’s End, Stannis knighting a smuggler and taking his fingers, etc. Wyman Manderly would have heard about that and added Davos to the roll of known nobility. 

Nakano Takeko (1847-1868) was a Japanese Onna-bugeisha who fought in the Boshin War

Nakano was the daughter of an official from Aizu, but was raised in Edo (Tokyo) where she was trained in literary and martial arts, specialising in a form of Ittō-ryū one-sword fighting. She also became a skilled instructor in the use of the naginata, a bladed polearm. She spent five years as the adopted daughter of her martials arts teacher, Akaoka Daisuke, but left him after he attempted to arrange a marriage for her. She relocated with her native famiily to Aizu in 1868. 

During this time the Boshin War began between the ruling Tokugawa shogunate and supporters of the Imperial Court. Although the Shogun surrendered in May 1868, some of his forces continued to fight on, retreating to Aizu. Nakano joined the army in repelling the Imperial forces and fought at the Battle of Aizu, which was in effect a month-long siege.

While Aizu retainers did not allow women to fight, Nakano formed an unofficial unit of twenty women armed with naginata, including her mother and sister. The group took part in a counter-attack designed to break the siege, during which Nakano killed five enemy opponents before taking a fatal bullet to the chest. Afraid that the enemy would take her head as a trophy, she asked her sister to instead decapitate her and bury the head.

The shogunate forces eventually lost the siege to the better-armed Imperial forces. As requested, Nakano’s sister buried her head under a pine tree at the Hōkai-ji Temple and a monument was erected there in her honour. During the annual Aizu Autumn Festival, a group of young girls take part in the procession to commemorate the actions of Nakano and her band of women warriors.

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Conspiracy Theory: Perturabo didn't break the Siege of the Overdog by coming up with some brilliant feat of Technical Mastery, he simply shattered the Ork lines in a storm of screaming rage after having to sit through another "Let's quote CONAN THE BARBARIAN!" session with Russ and The Khan (then destroyed every single record of the campaign purely so he didn't have to be reminded of what was Best in Life, courting obscurity for the sake of his Sanity).

Reportedly, the moment before the Ironblood commenced the barrage that signaled that call for Imperial forces to start their bombardment, a static-laded fleetwide transmission blasted the Astartes forces with the instruction, “SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU MEME-SPAMMING FUCKHEADS

This was never verified.

On This Day: 2 July 1644

The Battle of Marston Moor was a major event in the First English Civil War (1642-1646). Hoping to break the Parliamentarian siege of York, Royalist forces under the command of Prince Rupert tried to outmanoeuvre the combined Parliamentarian and Covenanter forces, but found themselves overwhelmed in a surprise attack. Defeated, the Royalists were forced to abandon Northern England entirely.
Blind Guardian - Nightfall in Middle-earth [full album]
Nightfall in Middle-Earth is a concept album by Blind Guardian, released in 1998. It is Blind Guardian's sixth studio album. The album is based upon J. R. R....

The album retells the events in The Silmarillion, beginning with an episode at the end:

  1. In “War of Wrath”, Sauron advises his master Morgoth to flee the triumphant Valar in the War of Wrath. Morgoth sends him away and reflects on the events leading up to his defeat.
  2. In “Into the Storm”, Morgoth and Ungoliant, fleeing from Valinor after having destroyed the Two Trees, struggle for the possession of the Silmarils.
  3. “Lammoth” is the scream of Morgoth with which he fights off Ungoliant.
  4. In “Nightfall”, Fëanor and his seven sons mourn the destruction wrought by Morgoth, including the slaying of Finwë, Fëanor’s father, and swear to get revenge on him, in spite of the Valar’s disapproval.
  5. “The Minstrel” is most likely about Maglor, son of Fëanor, who composed the song “The Fall of the Noldor” based on the Kinslaying.
  6. In “The Curse of Fëanor”, Fëanor expresses his wrath and anger and relates the misdeeds he commits, especially the Kinslaying, in pursuit of Morgoth.
  7. In “Captured”, Morgoth addresses the captive Maedhros, Fëanor’s son, and chains him to the Thangorodrim mountains.
  8. In “Blood Tears”, Maedhros relates the horrors of his captivity and his deliverance by Fingon.
  9. “Mirror Mirror” recounts how Turgon, in view of inevitable defeat, builds the city of Gondolin, aided by Ulmo (“The Lord of Water”).
  10. In “Face the Truth”, Fingolfin reflects about the destiny of the Noldor.
  11. In “Noldor (Dead Winter Reigns)”, Fingolfin recounts his Noldor army’s passage from the icy waste of Helcaraxë and the prophecy by Mandos about the Noldor’s fate; he reflects on his own and his people’s guilt and foreshadows their ultimate defeat.
  12. “The Battle of Sudden Flame” refers to the battle in which Morgoth breaks the Siege of Angband using his Balrogs and dragons. The lyrics tell of how Barahir of the House of Bëor, with great loss to his own company, saved the life of the Elven king Finrod Felagund, and in return Finrod swore an oath of friendship to Barahir and all of his kin.
  13. “Time Stands Still (At the Iron Hill)” is about Fingolfin riding to the gates of Angband to challenge Morgoth to a duel. Fingolfin wounds Morgoth seven times but is eventually killed.
  14. “The Dark Elf” refers to Eöl who seduced Turgon’s sister and fathered Maeglin, who would eventually betray Gondolin.
  15. In “Thorn”, Maeglin reflects on his situation and decides to betray Gondolin to Morgoth.
  16. “The Eldar” is Elven king Finrod Felagund’s farewell to his people, dying from wounds sustained by saving his human friend Beren from a werewolf, thereby fulfilling his oath to the House of Bëor.
  17. In “Nom the Wise”, Beren mourns his friend Finrod. Nóm means “wise” and was the name given to Finrod by Beren’s forefather Bëor.
  18. In “When Sorrow Sang”, Beren sings about his love to the Elven princess Lúthien and his death at the teeth of Morgoth’s wolf Carcharoth. Last part is about Mandos listening to Luthien song about their grief experienced by being different in kin.
  19. “Out on the Water” refers to the last dwelling-place of Beren and Lúthien.
  20. In “The Steadfast”, Morgoth curses his captive Húrin who steadfastly refused to reveal the secret of Gondolin.
  21. In “A Dark Passage”, Morgoth ponders his triumph in the fifth battle. The song also relates the origins of the kindred of men and Morgoth’s curse on Húrin to be witness to his children’s tragic fate.
  22. “Final Chapter (Thus ends …)” concludes the album, speaking of Morgoth’s victory by the “treachery of man” but also of the hope for a new day.
  23. “Harvest of Sorrow” is the bonustrack on the remastered version of the album. Túrin mourns the loss of his sister Niënor.

The cover art for the album features Lúthien dancing before Morgoth, from “The Tale of Beren and Lúthien”.


Syrian Arab Army preparing to encircle retreating islamic state from the remainder of the desert immediately southeast of Aleppo in their landgrab on route to lifting the siege of Dier Ezzor.

American pressure (seE: airstrike) on the SAA is probably a result of wising up to and warding off the SAA strategy of attempting to apply force to and cut off the southern advance of the kurds while they preoccupy themselves with Raqqa, much how the SAA cut off the american rebels near the jordan border and the turkish backed forces in the northwest.

The Syrian Arab Army NEEDS to get around the SDF advance and maintain power south of the Euphrates where highways run along the length of the river if the Syrian government wants to relieve the years long Islamic State siege of Deir Ezzor.

Otherwise, to reach Deir Ezzor before the SDF does or before Dier Ezzor collapses and the Syrian loyalists there get slaughtered by ISIS, all the SAA have besides the Euphrates route is a wide stretch of sparsely populateddesert and a hardened front around the hotly contested Palmyra that has hardly moved in years since the Islamic State has that shit on LOCK. If the SAA get aroun and break the siege of Dier Ezzor, it will relieve Islamic state pressure on Palmyra, which has already fallen before and permitted ISIS to reenter and destroy more of the ancient city

The only other hope for SAA reaching Dier Ezzor is from along the Iraq border, which covert SAA ops have punched through recently, blocking the roads.

At this stage of the war, it’s a fucking landgrab. all combatants on the Islamic State front aren’t so much fighting ISIS as they are trying to strategically rip chunks of it away to deny eachother important strategic gains.

This is the beginning of the next phase of the Syrian civil war, where the Islamic state in syria falls and it becomes a showdown between the kurds in the north, the rejuvenated Syrian government and the rebel pockets, particularly the one in Idlib province.

Controlling the Euphrates valley is CRITICAL because the Euphrates is the only high density population corridor in eastern Syria. Whoever controls this land controls a significantly GREATER stake when it comes to either diplomatic negotiation or continued warfare.

If the Syrian Arab army controls the Euphrates Valley, it allows the Syrian government to comfortably project power and influence north into the modestly populated kurdish lands (and their American bases)

If the SDF manage to control the Euphrates Valley, the Kurds will have a tremendous line of defense and population/tax base to work with. The kurds can begin to push the Syrian desert as far west as Palmyra and Assad will begin to contemplate a future where the entire country gets sliced in half, going to the Kurds, along with all the oil and gas.

If the SDF manages to control the Euphrates Valley, this also presents issure for the Americans, because this would be a GIGANTIC step toward the Kurds asserting their sovereignty and establishing the Kurdish state of Rojava PISSING THE NATO MEMBER STATE TURKEY RIGHT OFF

But additionally, chances are that the Kurds, in control of Euphrates, would initiate ethnic cleansing the way they have in kurdish controlled, arab majority northern syria where the kurdish forces forced arab civilians out of their homes and bulldozed their villages.

The USA would have to struggle with the global responsibility of their primary ally in syria committing war crimes.