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  🫥 (@freetheboyyy) reported 10 minutes ago

  For fourteen agonizing hours, I breathed through the tearing, blinding pain while a rotating cast of exhausted, nameless nurses adjusted my IV, checked my vitals, and offered hollow words of encouragement. When they finally laid her slick, warm body against my bare chest, the brutal marathon faded into a strange, echoing silence. I named her Hazel. For a span of perhaps ten fragile minutes, the universe stopped spinning. I lay pinned to the stiff, plastic-covered hospital mattress, studying the translucent flutter of her eyelids. The sterile scent of iodine, bleached cotton, and floor wax faded into the background. My mind, usually a chaotic, war-torn battlefield of anxieties and familial obligations, was blissfully, mercifully empty. I felt a fierce, primal surge of protection. I was a mother now. The world outside this room ceased to exist. Then, muscle memory betrayed me. I reached for my smartphone resting on the rolling aluminum tray. The screen was a graveyard of notifications. There were a dozen check-ins from my platoon mates, their messages full of emojis and exclamation points. There was a brief, professional congratulatory email from my commanding officer. There was a shaky, tear-filled video message from Caleb, filmed secretly in the dimly lit cab of a Humvee between drills, his voice cracking as he apologized for the hundredth time for not being there to hold my hand. And then, there was the text from my mother, Martha. “Penny is in trouble. Real trouble this time. She took out a loan from some very bad people to cover her rent and they are parked outside her house right now. They said if she doesn’t have $10,000 by midnight, they are coming inside. I’m terrified for the kids. You need to wire the money right now. Save your sister’s family, Sarah. I’ll explain the rest later.” That was the entirety of the communication. I stared at the glowing pixels until they blurred. There was no inquiry about my survival. No acknowledgment of the fourteen hours of excruciating labor. No mention of her new granddaughter, the continuation of our bloodline. Just a raw, terrifying extortion demand wrapped in the chaotic dysfunction of my older sister, Penny. Penny was a storm system of manufactured crises. She had a supernatural inability to manage her existence, viewing consequence as a concept that only applied to other people. Over the years, I had funded late rent notices, emergency transmission repairs, overdue medical deductibles, and bail money. Somehow, my hard-earned military salary had been quietly, permanently designated as the official slush fund for their survival. But lying there in a pool of my own sweat, stitched up, trembling, and bleeding, a profound physiological shift occurred within me. The fog of lifelong obligation burned off, leaving behind a cold, sharp clarity. I wasn’t their savior. I was a hostage funding my own captivity. A cold, jagged resolve crystallized in my chest. If Penny had actually borrowed money from dangerous people, it was the ****** of a thousand terrible decisions I had warned her about. I looked down at Hazel. She had been drawing breath for less than an hour, and I already knew one absolute truth: if I did not sever this parasitic umbilical cord right now, they would eventually sink their teeth into her, too. They would bleed my daughter dry just as they had bled me. I typed my response with a shaking, bloodless thumb: “I just gave birth. I don’t have $10,000, and even if I did, I wouldn’t send it. If she is in danger, call the police.” I turned the phone facedown, pressing it against the mattress. I closed my eyes, trying to force my heart rate back to a normal rhythm. But five minutes later, the device vibrated so violently it rattled against the plastic tray. I flipped it over. “The police can’t help us,” Martha’s text read. “You just signed your nieces’ death warrants. And if they go down, they are giving those men your home address on the base. Sleep tight, Sarah.”

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  TROUBLE (@Johnny316420) reported 10 minutes ago

  @BattlefieldComm You’ll get another update in 4 weeks and the jets will be driving around like cars and tanks will be flying. They don’t know what they’re doing with this game. Every update breaks the game more and more and their fix is to take stuff away so they don’t have to fix it

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  Team_Radious (@TeamRadious) reported 10 minutes ago

  @Ryangofett_2490 @Battlefield Its big mess cause devs do not fix and focus on things we are asking for past 10 months. Season 4 didnt fixed ANYTHING needed, brought new annoying bugs and their fixing process is none or extremely slow. Which is not acceptable for best selling 2025 Live service game.

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  D (@DirtyLary) reported 11 minutes ago

  @BattlefieldComm Camera "Whip" Issue

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  Battlefield Bulletin (@BFBulletin) reported 11 minutes ago

  @Blackhawkqc @BattlefieldComm I could provide an 'extended' list to help them track most of the in-game issues. The thing is that there's no actual communication. There's no dialogue.

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  Glenn Beck (@glennbeck) reported 21 minutes ago

  If you're questioning America's connection to Christianity, look no further than Gettysburg. When Abraham Lincoln saw the horrors of that battlefield—months after the slaughter, with bodies still stacked like cordwood—he fell to his knees, a broken man. But instead of giving up, he begged God for an answer, and it came to him: this war wasn't about preserving the Union. It was about freeing the MEN, made in God's image, who were still enslaved. Lincoln then issued the Emancipation Proclamation and called the entire nation to a day of fasting, prayer, and humiliation to repent before God. Before that turning point, the Union lost almost every battle. From Gettysburg forward, after renewing America's covenant with God (that's right, RENEWING), they won almost every single one.

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  Aitvaras (@Aitvaras2726601) reported 28 minutes ago

  @BattlefieldComm Can we take from this DICE doesn't see the terrible audio as a known issue?

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  Echoes of War (@EchoesofWarYT) reported 30 minutes ago

  Here is a soldier who marched, fought, led raids, and got shot for the American cause, and who kept the deepest secret in the army the entire time: she was a woman. Her name was Deborah Sampson, and to avoid being found out, she once cut a bullet out of her own body with a knife. In an era when women were barred from the army entirely, Deborah decided the rules did not apply to her. In 1782 she bound her chest, tied back her hair, put on men's clothes, and walked into a recruiting office as a man she called Robert Shurtleff. She was tall for a woman and strong from years of hard farm labor, and it worked. She enlisted in the Continental Army and was assigned to the light infantry, the elite fast-moving troops used for scouting and raids. This was not a woman hiding safely in the rear. She took one of the most dangerous jobs in the army. And she was good at it. As Robert Shurtleff she scouted enemy positions, dug trenches, and went out on raids, living shoulder to shoulder with men who never suspected a thing. She earned a reputation as a capable, reliable soldier. For seventeen months she kept it up, through marches, camp life, and combat, maintaining a disguise that a single trip to a surgeon could shatter in an instant. Which brings us to the most astonishing thing she ever did. In a skirmish she was wounded, taking a saber cut to the head and, worse, at least one musket ball in her thigh. She let the doctors treat the cut on her head, because that could not give her away. But the leg was different. If a surgeon dug into her thigh, he would find her out and her service would be over in disgrace. So Deborah Sampson refused treatment for the leg wound, slipped away, and, according to her account, took a knife and a sewing needle and cut the musket ball out of her own thigh herself, stitching herself back up rather than risk discovery. She then went back to soldiering. Her secret finally came out not on a battlefield but in a sickbed. In the summer of 1783 she came down with a dangerous fever in Philadelphia and collapsed. The doctor treating her discovered that his unconscious patient was a woman. But here is the thing: by then her record spoke for itself. Rather than punish her, the army gave her an honorable discharge, signed off by General Henry Knox himself. They knew a good soldier when they had seen one, even when she turned out to be someone they never expected. Her fight was not over, though, and this is the part that should make Americans proud and a little ashamed at once. Deborah Sampson had served and bled like any man, but as a woman she had to battle for years just to be recognized and paid for it. She petitioned the government again and again. She went on public lecture tours, one of the first American women ever to do so, standing on stage in her old uniform, demonstrating the manual of arms, telling her own story to prove it was real. And she had a powerful friend in her corner: Paul Revere, who personally advocated for her and wrote on her behalf, helped her win the military pension she had earned. She got it, eventually. Deborah Sampson became one of the very few women of the Revolution officially recognized as a soldier and paid as a veteran in her own right. She had disguised herself to serve, cut a bullet from her own leg to keep serving, and then spent decades insisting that a country she had fought for admit that she had done it. She deserves to be a household name. Instead she is a hero most people have never heard of.

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  GEAN FØX (@taveira2009OG) reported 30 minutes ago

  @Ryangofett_2490 @Battlefield Better now you got the core problem here Sever browser and the hollidays

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  xplynx (read: ksplinks) (@xplynx) reported 34 minutes ago

  Relevant related info: A pair of surplus UH-60A Black Hawk battlefield utility helicopters, which were formerly operated by the US Army, were delivered to Rinas Air Base, near Tirana in Albania, on January 13 of 2024. The two utility helicopters, believed to be 82-23666 and 82-23690 but now registered in Albania as FA-666 and FA-690, respectively, were delivered to Rinas by a USAF-operated C-17A Globemaster III (03-3122) assigned to the 315th/437th Airlift Wing at Joint Base Charleston in California. The Black Hawks will be used by the Albanian Air Force for utility, tactical transport, fast-roping and aerial firefighting missions. They are expected to be operated by the Regjimenti Helikopterëve (Helicopter Regiment) at Tirana Heliport and will augment the three AS532AL Cougar and two EC145 helicopters already in service.

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  Faded Joke (@FadedJoke) reported 35 minutes ago

  @Battlefield OK, now fix the bipods. Just spent a whole match crawling and kneeling around rocks that I should've been able to mount. The window mounts have to be precise or it doesnt block down either. Give it a proximity mount or something that if your close enough it mounts you properly.

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  🇺🇲 Tac 🪖 (@TacticalGamerVT) reported 36 minutes ago

  Are we seriously bringing this **** up again? CinemaSins and CinemaWins both explained it perfectly but to reiterate: Did she need help? Kinda. But did it have to be all the female heros? No. In this GIANT *** battlefield with thousands and thousands of good guys and bad guys, in what likelihood are ALL of the female heros in the same place? Pepper, Valk, Wanda sure because they can fly. The rest? Where tf did they come from? Wasp was supposed to be with Scott at the Van, did she really leave him and the van defenseless just to be apart of the shot? Black Panther literally JUST came back from the blip so Shiri and Okoye would do whatever it takes to stay by their kings side rather than go girlboss let's be honest here. Gamora and Nebula were on the completely other side of the battlefield last we saw them. And what in the actual **** is mantis supposed to do to help? Make the bad guys go to sleep so Captain Marvel can go to the portal? This scene was purely fan service for the girls and served no real purpose. Its more of a spit in the face to women than empowering. Also, don't disrespect the OGs, Thor, Cap and Tony like that. This was their fight. The 3 who started it all. The 3 who failed collectively. The 3 who needed to atone for their failures. The Top 3. Their fight mattered more than this scene ever could hope to matter.

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  Jody (@Jod82403Jody) reported 37 minutes ago

  @Melibson_ 1. Yes. DJT fixes most all countries battlefield; go home fix your country and leave ours alone🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸

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  Jet_Pilot_PakFA (@Jet_Pilot_PakFa) reported 38 minutes ago

  @Battlefield "Roster what is happening at the radar? Is not working at 700 meters or above". "Don't worry is DICE being incompetent".

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  Zachary Davidson (@Ryangofett_2490) reported 39 minutes ago

  @androideMT09 @Battlefield I don't think it would take that long. From now to December should be plenty of time to fix major issues with the game