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WELL, THIS IS THE 21ST CENTURY, YOU KNOW: Unmanned Surface Vessels Will be Significant Part of Future U.S. Fleet.

PLUS: A Bomber for the Navy.

It was in this spirit of disruptive thinking that, at a CNAS-hosted panel discussion titled “A New American Way of War,” former Deputy Secretary of Defense Robert Work casually offered up a fascinating bit of heresy:

“If the Air Force is getting rid of the B-1 bomber, I’d say ‘You are out of maritime strike.’ We’re going to give the B-1 to the Navy, we’re going to load up with 3,000 LRASMs, and we’re going to base them in Guam and all over the place, and in the first 72 hours [of a conflict] they are going to go out and hunt down and kill every ship in sight.”

Amateurs gush disruptive ideas all the time, but when an industry heavyweight like Robert Work speaks out, it’s prudent to explore his opinions. Work’s conjecture was nested in a broader discussion, beginning around the 53-minute mark, lamenting the self-imposed limitations of “jointness” in driving procurement decisions. Rather than treating land-based strike as a proprietary mission of the Air Force, Work suggests that the Navy revive its concept of the Patrol Bombing (VPB) Squadron, which employed land-based aircraft to sink enemy ships in WWII. A force of LRASM-equipped naval patrol bombers, Work contends, could destroy an adversary’s fleet from the air without tangling with its anti-ship missile systems.

Between drone ships, the increasing versatility of attack subs, and this potential use for the B-1, how many manned surface combatants (apart from aircraft carriers) will the Navy end up needing?

AGAIN: ‘I knew the officers were lying’: Another drug case dismissed in fallout from botched raid.

The police involved in the arrest came under scrutiny earlier this year after investigators accused 54-year-old Goines of lying on the search warrant affidavit used to justify a no-knock raid at 7815 Harding Street. When officers burst in the home that evening in search of a heroin dealer, they kicked off a gun battle that left dead Dennis Tuttle, his wife Rhogena Nicholas, and a pit bull they’d been dog-sitting.

But the raid netted no heroin and only a small amount of cocaine and marijuana, and the slain couple’s friends and neighbors have repeatedly maintained that they weren’t drug dealers.

Days later, as Goines lay in the hospital recovering from a gunshot wound to the neck, investigators realized they couldn’t find the confidential informant behind the alleged heroin buy that started it all.

When asked for details, Goines first named one informant and then another – but, according to court filings, police couldn’t find anyone who admitted acting as the confidential informant before the raid. Instead, all of Goines’ informants said they’d never met the Tuttles.

Stories like this one are entirely too common.

WHEN YOU’RE A SELF-EMPLOYED CONTRACTOR, YOU OFTEN FEEL LIKE THIS AROUND THIS TIME OF YEAR:

BOB MCMANUS ON THE DEMOCRATS’ DESCENT: ‘Dreamers’ over heroes — as Albany did — reflects the new norm.

Is there a classier lady anywhere than Shannon Slutman, widow of FDNY firefighter Christopher Slutman — killed by a roadside bomb in Afghanistan while serving as a US Marine Corps reservist?

No, there is not.

Meanwhile, is there a bigger dope than Assemblywoman Deborah Glick, the pandering jerk from Greenwich Village who was hard-pressed to find a few bucks to help send Gold Star kids to college — while lavishing millions on scholarships for the offspring of New York’s legion of illegal, um, ­arrivers?

Alas, probably. . . .

New Yorkers who are old enough, and not named Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez, understand the exquisite pain that attends a death in service to America.

The FDNY’s 9/11 agony — 343 dead in a flash of rolling fireballs and collapsing skyscrapers — would have been unbearable save for a 136-year tradition of allegiance to duty in the face of lethal peril. All give some, some give all is a hoary catchphrase for most — but a sustaining ethic for others.

Shannon Slutman understands this. How could she not?

Her husband was a firefighter, and he was a Marine — another organization that stares down mortal danger every day, but at a price.

She, too, is a hero — suffering exquisitely in the moment but at the same time thinking of ­others.

“The girls and I thank you for the outpouring of love and support,” she wrote last week. “My husband was a humble man . . . passionate about his family as well as being a firefighter and a Marine. Above all, Chris was a man of integrity and a gentleman in all he did. In honor of Chris, please . . . do something kind for another.”

Do something kind for another. Wow.

Now the skirling pipes and the muffled drums will be for Chris Slutman, an echo from the weeks and months following 9/11 — and the universally recognizable sound of heroes being laid to rest.

Fast forward to Deborah Glick and her colleagues, caught last week short-changing Gold Star families while sprinkling $27 million in tuition aid on so-called dreamers.

They love the “dreamers” specifically because they are not Americans. Love for Americans, or America, is something they regard as, at best, perverted.