FRIDAY SURPRISE: Desperation, the real Mother Of Invention.


Or, How I Stopped Worrying And Learned To Love The Cruise Missile!

It's late in World War II. You're Adolf Hitler. Things aren't going all that swimmingly: the Russians are using your troops as landfill, the British and Americans took out your vacation home (along with everything else) in Dresden, and your girlfriend is tired of the amount of time you spend at the office.

What's a despot to do?

That's right - you bring in whatever weapon designers you have left after your latest loyalty purge, and tell them you want to be able to precisely target those dastardly Brits - down to the very building in which Churchill buys his favorite cigars.

Lo and behold, one of those designers comes up with a human-guided bomb launched from a glider (because powerful digital computers and GPS systems are still a little ways off, and conscripts are cheaper anyway.)

That could work. Or not.

-=[ Grant ]=-
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