By Luther Ray Abel
Thursday, August 20, 2026
Naval Base Coronado, San Diego — A robo-dog was
doing donuts with an M240 machine gun on its back, while Jeff Gordon explained
a successful NASCAR pit stop operation. Days earlier, in June, a tenpenny sea
drone, launched from the West Coast, had moseyed past a Chinese destroyer in
the Philippine Sea and a corvette in the Taiwan Strait while taking pictures of
these warships as if it was fleet week. The defense industry, long maligned for
its bespoke, broke equipment, is, with the Pentagon’s blessing, looking back to
the successes of its supersonic Muroc days — when, at what is now Edwards Air
Force Base, the military and firms with names such as Bell, Douglas, and
Northrop developed the first generations of supersonic fighter jets. The
industry is now combining Silicon Valley nerd money with Dukes of Hazzard
derring-do, selling defense as the place for those with the “right stuff,” be
they veterans, AI developers, or drone operators. Nowhere was this more
apparent than at the Anduril 250 NASCAR race, hosted on Naval Base Coronado.
The Daisy Dukes were abundant, the weather certifiably
SoCal, and the race wild. The egg-yolk-yellow caution flag meant another crash
on one of the most technical (which is to say cattywampus) tracks that NASCAR
drivers had ever seen. The liveried stock cars slowed to legibility so that
recovery teams could scavenge the erupted bits of plastic and fluids that fell
from the pulverized road rockets. Once satisfied that the track was de-mined,
officials gave the okay, the drivers accelerated, and their pushrod V-8 engines
began again their combustive caterwauling, which echoed from the haze-gray
steel of the aircraft carrier USS Carl Vinson and carried into
Coronado’s sleepy bungalow-lined streets.
Preceding the green “go-like-hell” flag, Defense
Secretary Pete Hegseth addressed the throng. While political appointees and
captive audiences have long found themselves together, to the delight of the
former and impatience of the latter, this race was an exhibition of a new
generation of American defense tech.
The fighter pilots, who passed overhead with 44,000
pounds of thrust, and the drivers in their 700-horse chariots, had more in
common with Apollo than with us mortals, who gawped at their fiery vectors
while crushed together on the aluminum Pnyx. While Michael McDowell’s No. 71
crew and I entrenched ourselves in the pits, the flyboys and racers appeared as
automata, with reflective-glass faces and fire-retardant skin, while we were
fleshy and fried — pinked by the sun and emotion.
The race and its component parts were a bacchanal for a
writer, but my interest in the Anduril 250 was one of altogether different
pyrotechnics. To look around the track, one could well say that, according to
its organizers, the future is promised not to gods or men but to machines. The
sponsor of this first-of-its-kind race on a military base was Anduril, the
brainchild of wunderkind Palmer Luckey.
Famous for his iconoclastic appearance in a field where
anonymity has long been the uniform, Luckey’s soul patch anchors his bottom lip
while a mullet shreds the gnar over the collar of his Hawaiian shirt. To those
I spoke with on background, Luckey is an enigma, either studious in his affect
— an amalgam of the devil-may-care first-generation Silicon Valley founders —
or, according to those who knew him early on, “just that kinda guy.” Whatever
he is, the status associated with working in defense has seemingly never been
greater, at least not since the Daedalian days of experimental aircraft in the
Mojave that culminated in the Space Race.
While Anduril might not be the progenitor of the new-gen
defense contractors (that title arguably belongs to Palantir, which continues
to be a revelation for special-warfare and intel units and has disrupted the
Pentagon’s monopsony), Luckey is, with every NASCAR, UFC, and The Ohio
State Athletics partnership, promoting Anduril as the avatar of
military-industrial futurism.
***
Descending from the clouds above John Wayne Airport four
days earlier, I was skeptical of Anduril as a weapons manufacturer. Its
advertisements are too slick — especially in an industry where the
state-appointed major players (primes) almost never advertise to the general
public. Anduril products, whether they fly, swim, or slog, share the same
design language: bathypelagic gray exteriors sexed up with bioluminescent
highlights and Apple-esque countersunk screws stippling their shells rather
than the carbuncular mess of rivets and hex bolts that are industry standard.
A temperamental blue steed awaited me outside John Wayne.
In place of Dollor was a Dodge: the new generation of Charger with the Scat
Pack fixings and 550 hp provided by a twin-turbo inline six. Dodge had
generously offered it for my use, as one simply cannot attend a festival of
tintinnabulation in a Kia Soul from Budget. It proved to be inspired policy,
especially when one’s ride follows high-desert switchbacks like the Road Runner
two strides ahead of Wile E. Coyote and his Acme rocket. I went up into the
mountains to the mining town of Julian, Calif., to make a home base for
unearthing leads and on-the-record quotes.
The first few panfuls were, while on background, helpful
in understanding the genealogy of these defense-manufacturing firms and the
squad-level demand for their tools that forced the Pentagon to take notice.
Elements of Palantir begat Onodrim in Europe and Anduril in California, which
in turn begat Saronic in Austin. As each company reached adulthood, elements of
its leadership would launch another start-up. In this way, the friction of acquiring
venture liquidity and integrating with the Pentagon was reduced from a decade,
in Palantir’s case, to three years for Saronic.
Time-to-sale acceleration is vital, as Mike Gallagher,
former chairman of the U.S. House Select Committee on Strategic Competition
between the United States and the Chinese Communist Party — and now Palantir’s
defense head — explained to me. “I understand now why it’s so hard for a
company to cross the valley of death. . . . The top-line numbers are important,
but just as important is the velocity of money on a timeline that matters.”
Gallagher noted that much of the One Big Beautiful Bill Act’s funds had yet to
be released a year after its passage: “That’s life-or-death if you’re an
early-stage company trying to bet everything on a $15 million award.” For
special warfare units a decade ago, the trial run of Palantir intelligence tech
was such an improvement that even the brass had to pay attention. An example
then of what can be: new firms supplying rank-and-file demand quickly enough to
keep the firms afloat and U.S. forces armed with non-adversarial tech.
Among those familiar with J. R. R. Tolkien’s legendarium,
names like Palantir (far-seer), Anduril (Sword of the West), Dunedain (Men of
the West), Onodrim (tree-men), Mithril (precious metal), and Valinor (the
undying lands) raise an eyebrow. Tolkien’s love of the quiet life and his disdain
for industrialization seem to be at odds with defense-tech’s adoption of his
work. Further, Anduril’s rapid growth via venture capital and hype in an
industry used to cost-plus compensation models required examination.
My two warring outlooks are not easily reconciled: in one
corner is the Pollyanna who believes improvement is possible even within the
Pentagon, and in the other is the cynic who’s been promised reform since
enlisting in the Navy in 2012. If Palantir, Anduril, and their like have
cracked the code to rapid armament and resupply, what a godsend for those
deployed. But if these firms are nothing but next-gen vaporware, a siphon for
public and private investment, that would be this generation’s squandered shot at
reform. The best-case scenario would ensure continued American military
superiority. The worst case would get Americans killed, further embarrass the
Pentagon, send venture capital skedaddling into feathered Palo Alto and Austin
pillboxes, and jeopardize the Navy’s nascent ship buildup. All the while,
public opinion, and therefore congressional opinion, would turn against
venture-capital-backed defense firms for providing so much as 30-pound drones,
to say nothing of the idea of building a fleet of 50 surface combatants.
A former enlisted snipe in the U.S. Navy, I spent more
time in a day foraging for, ordering, and “tactically acquiring” parts and
tools for auxiliary systems than I did working on the equipment in a week.
Missiles weren’t a going concern for those of us below. But a three-inch socket
launched by a frustrated engineman — when he realized that Supply had given him
the wrong part, or that the six-months back-ordered 10mm he needed still hadn’t
arrived — was a daily threat. Especially to those of us tasked with keeping our
HVAC, electrical, cryogenic, or hydraulic equipment functional. Without these
systems, aircraft don’t fly, weapons and guidance systems overheat, and
munitions fail to reach the flight deck. A real-world example: My first ship,
the USS Rodney M. Davis, with its nonexistent offensive armament, among
other problems, was outclassed in the South China Sea by Chinese warships. Our
best hope was that, when the Chinese went radio silent, their anti-ship
missiles would punch through our hull and out the other side after meeting no
more resistance than some paint-welded rust flake. It was an unacceptable
mismatch, and the U.S. government’s shortsightedness two decades before was
entirely to blame.
American defense procurement is a command economy. The
sole customer is the U.S. government, which exercises absolute control over the
form, function, and dissemination of military equipment. Some argue that
broader market conditions would have forced the consolidation of the defense
industry after the fall of the Soviet empire. But it cannot be denied that the
Last Supper, a 1993 meeting between President Bill Clinton’s Pentagon and
defense industry heads, made explicit the government’s expectation that the 51
prime defense contractors would consolidate, ultimately numbering just five,
because redundancy and contract competition were burdensome and expensive.
Since then, the rate of cost overruns has doubled for
shipbuilding, while the number of hulls has halved, and the Navy hasn’t
produced a surface combatant at scale since the Arleigh Burke of the 1980s.
Similarly, the Army relies on a tank (M1 Abrams) that first rolled out in 1980,
the Air Force flies a 70-year-old bomber (B-52 Stratofortress), and the Marines
waited 20 years for the M27 rifle to supplant the M4A1. Each branch’s tool of
identity has seen delays, cost increases, and waffling far beyond what was
observed before 1993. Tongue in cheek, Palantir now offers “First Breakfast,” a
consultancy service to speed-run Pentagon acquisition barriers.
***
One morning of exploration took me to the perimeter of
Petco Park, home of the San Diego Padres. Defense Unicorns, a software company
looking to standardize and augment AI needs across the military, was hosting a
“Warhacker” event. My expectation was a basement LAN party illuminated only by
the green glow of CRT monitors. Instead, it was a Department of War triage
event for Navy suppliers to overcome hurdles both bureaucratic and technical.
Defense Unicorns, a Texas company, had brought its entire team into town and
asked that participants volunteer an issue they were having with implementation
or development. The pitch was that they could get their problems resolved in
hours, if not minutes — an impossibility to those who had brushes with the
Pentagon. The CEO, Rob Slaughter, was an Air Force physicist when the brass
assigned him to figure out AI applications. Now, his and his fellow Air Force
vets’ AI stack is in submarines, fighters, and naval warfare. Similarly for the
Army, Dunedain and its founder, Mack Ohlinger, look to provide battlefield
commanders with the AI necessary to take in what a 300-man command center
normally would while reducing communication delays.
Consider: What could have happened if the Korean Military
Advisory Group in Seoul had been afforded a distillation of intel in the first
hours of the Korean War? Because of conflicting reports, well-intentioned
junior officers’ not waking their superiors, and breakdowns in U.S.-Korean
communication, Republic of Korea forces suffered a loss of three-quarters of
their men in five days. Many were abandoned on the north side of bridges blown
prematurely. More than 100,000 Americans would become casualties of a war that
could have been stymied if the ROK Army had known to either fight or retreat as
a unit. As Ohlinger put it, Napoleon’s genius was, more than anything else, his
surmounting of Carl von Clausewitz’s “battlefield friction” — the many
unknowable unknowns that a commander must navigate. The French commander in
chief “got information and acted on it faster than his foe.” This is what AI
and its integrated machines offer: reduced friction against a new foe, the
Chinese People’s Liberation Army, which, unlike the byzantine Soviets, is using
the same technology.
This is where Tolkien, venture capitalists, top
engineering graduates, and the Pentagon make an alliance. The defense
contractors in this new generation conceive of themselves as defenders of the
West, a fellowship that can do what the ossified powers of the past few decades
cannot. The venture capitalists provide the funding to produce the weapons of
tomorrow — sold, stripped down, as commercial platforms today — without the
government’s acquisitions process aborting and bowdlerizing their projects. Buoying
this private surge, the Pentagon, led by Secretary Hegseth and Deputy Secretary
Steve Feinberg, has demanded that the branches consider commercial solutions
before making custom requisition requests.
This reform could still fail spectacularly. Some, maybe
many, defense-tech firms will not survive the decade or a new administration.
But what I saw at an Anduril all-hands event (populated by hundreds of
twentysomethings) and heard from many who wear or wore the uniform makes me
optimistic: A cohort of America’s brightest young people want to deny Ukraine
to Russia (Palantir intel), counter proxy and drone warfare in the Middle East
(Anduril counter-drone tech), and confound China’s expansionist vision in the
South China Sea and beyond (Seasats autonomous vessels). How they advance that
mission may change as we proceed, but the fact remains that the hottest place
in tech for graduates of Stanford’s, Georgia Tech’s, or the University of
Michigan’s Hacking for Defense courses isn’t Meta or Alphabet; it’s hungry,
agile defense companies. So why sponsor a NASCAR event at Maverick’s airfield?
Because, as Anduril’s marketing head Jeff Miller put it during our sit-down at
Anduril HQ, “We all have a responsibility to understand what is happening [in
defense], where the defense budget gets spent, and ultimately why those
decisions are made.” Miller advertises Anduril because “it’s the right thing to
do” and because the start-up’s staff is proud of its work.
Ultimately, Anduril’s greatest contribution might be as a
defense-marketing company that packages AI into gear that the average person
can get excited about. Not everyone has the grit to be a Marine or the
brainpower to develop autonomous gunships and vessels to supplement our
squadrons and fleets. Anduril and its fellowship are pitching each role as a
worthy contribution. From the pit bleachers on Naval Base Coronado, that looks
more than good enough for government work.
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