On a steamy Sunday last July, at about half-past noon, a caravan of unmarked SUVs exited the FBI’s Washington, D.C., field office, an eight-story concrete building that exudes all the charm of a supermax prison. The cars moved swiftly across the city; speed was critical. There were indications that the target, who had canceled the lease on her apartment and packed her belongings, was about to take flight.
Mission Creep: Lake Chad Basin As America’s Next Forever War?
As Washington celebrates tactical wins against Islamic State affiliates in Nigeria, Americans should demand policymakers pause. What began as advisory support, intelligence sharing, and targeted strikes now risks expanding across the Lake Chad Basin. Americans should...
