I remember Sgt. Molded. Bear of a man. Nerves of steel. I was part of his platoon guarding the strategic nectar dumps on the south patio. We had just fought off a wave of army ants and the men were weary from battle. That’s when we saw it: an HB-500 sweet-seeking hoverdrone heading straight for the central refueling port. The men were terrified. They scattered like children. All but Sarge. “Get back here, you dogs!” he barked as he grabbed his last grenade. “You wanna live forever?” Last thing I saw as I dove for cover was Sarge pulling the pin and leaping in the missile’s path. There was a bright flash. That’s all I remember.
“Sweet seeking” ha ha that’s me! 😁
Me, too!
Omg, epic scrolldown! Another one where I couldn’t even imagine what the photo would be….genius!
I could see just enough to tell it was a hummingbird, but while I was reading I thought maybe the bird I could see was a metal statue of some kind.
Definitely preferable to any other kind of war!
Happy Juneteenth, everybody.
If you’ve ever been in the path of an HB500, you know why Aztec culture (iirc) used hummingbirds as symbols of war.
Two down votes – what the heck?!
Army vet ants…
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