Somebody left this in my Little Free Library, and curiosity got the better of me.
There was very little about this book, apart from detailed descriptions of military hardware and tactical operations, that struck me as compelling. The villain's evil plan is a flatly bad plan. There's no element of mystery, as each piece gets thoroughly explained mere pages before the good guys figure it out. The good guys themselves are very difficult to differentiate, and are seemingly divided between puerile wise-asses and grumps who say "dammit, you know what I mean" a lot. The prose alternates between ice cold cliches and ill-advised attempts to warm those cliches over.
Fundamentally, the problem is that this is less a book than it is a factory-produced canister of cynicism, arguing the case that the only hope (and it is a slim hope) for world peace lies in granting "dedicated fighting men" all of the technological and logistical support that they could ever want, along with a license to kill, total operational secrecy, and the freedom to choose their own missions independent of any lawful authority. If that sounds like blah-blah-blah to you, you might give it more stars. I found it hard to look past the absolute contempt it seemed to project toward absolutely anybody that wasn't a "good guy with a gun."