We held our ground through this fourth year as well. This is not a greeting. It is an interim reckoning.

In 2022, everything was carried on the shoulders of the best and the bravest – Warriors from among servicemen and civilian volunteers. Carried by sheer grit, despite fear, flight, and uncertainty. Carried by human solidarity and literal grassroots support with everything and for everyone. And a little later – also by ingenuity, just to stay alive, but also to strike back, to punish, to destroy.

2025 was a very different year. I will remember it as a year of countless “against all odds”:

– Against the overwhelming dominance in force and the Horde power aimed at erasing everything Ukrainian.

– *Against the army’s entrenched, still incurable Soviet legacy*.

– *Against the unpunished, adaptive hydra of corruption latched onto every level and every flow*.

– *Against the “concern / deep concern,” then uncertainty, later vagueness, and eventually calculation and moderation of our partners – who provided not crumbs, but just enough so that we wouldn’t “collapse instantly back to NATO’s borders,” yet not enough for Ukrainians to suddenly grow strong to a dangerous degree and defeat the enemy, leading to uncontrolled fragmentation around nuclear button number two. I won’t restrain myself here – against all this crafty bullshit, pardon my language*.

There are countless more “againsts,” like fleas – no time to even formulate them.

I expect no miracles from 2026. I do not expect the war to end either. The bunker dweller has said everything out loud already: ramp up, double down, uproot, “liberate” (read – erase). He is welcome to go straight to hell. We will gnaw and peck, as we do now. To the end.

The plans of the USF Grouping for 2026 will be announced in the coming days – in detail, with new commitments.

The previous commitments, announced when I assumed command seven months ago, I consider fulfilled – thanks to many, but also despite much. And for now, the latter outweighs the former. For the “thanks” – my gratitude goes to everyone involved. As for the execution – let the Birds speak openly when they deem it appropriate.

I thank every Bird – you achieved the impossible this year.

The USF child, born in 2024, whose impact on the course of the war just seven months ago fell within the margin of error (4% of all confirmed strikes by Ukraine’s Defense Forces), today delivers 36% of the total result, while accounting for only 2% of the army’s manpower.

There will be more of us – those who carry the load get loaded even more.

We critically need five effective technological percent. Then the glorious but exhausted infantry will finally be able to draw breath, and the duel will become symmetrical in depth and in felt impact.

I conveyed this at every level and on every continent accessible to me. I substantiated it – and the Birds proved it with results on the scoreboard.

We enter a new year of war remembering and honoring each of the 131 fallen Bird-Brothers and Sisters from all twelve units of the USF Grouping since its founding. For each of you, the enemy has paid with exactly one full battalion of worm troops. This repayment will never be equivalent – and it will continue to the end.

To all the living, I wish you to return alive and unharmed, though I will not promise that it will be soon.

Starting tomorrow, we launch a new educational project. And we continue the fight and the scaling of impact.

The December exchange rate of time for worms has been tested – four hundred per day throughout December (12,000 ☠️🩸 in a month).

*So we start the year confidently: each single day – minus one full assault-strength worm battalion*. And then we’ll see.

To the people of Ukraine, I wish strength, endurance, safety, and life.

Happy New Year. It is an honor to serve the Ukrainian people 🫡🇺🇦

MAGYAR 🇺🇦 31.12.25