Let's give our most highly advanced technology to our enemies and say it was rendered useless.
Let's concentrate our best warriors inside one low flying, slow flying, antiquated, vunerable, unprotected piece of equipment; and place them within a hot battle zone, against all common sense practices and procedures. Should we paint a target on them or just hope for their annihilation? What did they know?
Who's calling the shots?
Abomination?
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