DISPATCH FROM THE TAIWAN STRAIT THEATER: ADIZ Breach and Median Line Violation at Dawn
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KAOHSIUNG, 11 Jan — PLA aircraft swarm across the median line before first light. Nineteen sorties breach Taiwan’s ADIZ from north to east. Navy on high alert. Coastal batteries hot. This is not patrol. This is pressure. More to follow.
KAOHSIUNG, SUNDAY 11 JANUARY — At 0600 hours, the sky over the strait crackled with hostile signatures. Twenty-three PLA aircraft sorties, six naval vessels, and one official ship churned through sensitive arcs of airspace and sea. Nineteen formations surged past the median line—long the de facto truce—entering northern, southwestern, and eastern ADIZ sectors. Radar operators here report a persistent, low-frequency hum in the headsets, like distant engines idling at the edge of hearing, even now. Fighter CAP scrambled in the dark; missile batteries cycled to active lock. This is no routine. Each crossing sharpens the blade. Should this tempo hold, the next feint may not be a feint at all.
—Dr. Helena Chen-Whitfield
Dispatch from Signals S0
Published January 11, 2026