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 ]=-