Europe’s Arctic Illusion Shatters

By the time the last troop transport seat clicked upright, the symbolism was impossible to ignore. Operation Arctic Endurance, sold as proof that Europe could stand firm in Greenland, had evaporated in forty‑eight hours. The decision to send German soldiers home on a commercial flight was more than a logistical footnote; it was a quiet confession that no one wanted to be the one to push back hardest against Washington’s Arctic ambitions.

In European capitals, officials talked tough but acted carefully. They knew Greenland’s minerals, sea routes, and U.S. airfields were now central to a colder, sharper world order. Yet every communiqué was hedged, every promise reversible. Protesters in Nuuk demanded a line in the ice; diplomats offered only process and dialogue. In the end, Europe revealed its strategy: resist, but never so openly that America is forced to call the bluff.

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