Battlebots meet battlefield, and a personal note

One of Mr. RFH’s co-workers is currently deployed with his National Guard unit to Afghanistan, and he was kind enough to share this photo. I have his permission to publish this, but I thought I’d black out his name anyway. If he wants to speak up here, he is more than welcome. I’m just happy to see the smile on his face.

Looking a little thin there, man. I need to send moar brownies!

The first thing I thought of when I saw the robot was Battlebots, but it’s a Dragon Runner.  His unit uses these and the Talon robots to scout ahead, look around corners, and detect motion. Wikipedia says both robots are used to disarm IEDs. Glad to know we are using our technology this way.

Stay safe, young man. You are in our prayers.

3 thoughts on “Battlebots meet battlefield, and a personal note”

  1. He needs moar than just moar Brownies. He needs lottsa and lottsa, and lottsa brownies, and a large number of well marbled Rib Eyes with baked taters. Lottsa! There’s just no excuse for a Murican Trooper to look that starved.

    1. I’ve only seen him a couple of times, but he’s always been thin. Mr. RFH and reader ChrisP are the same way – they can eat all they want and never gain an ounce. (Grumpf.) That said, he did mention that NATO has been providing the meals, and those aren’t so good. We’ve included some “toss it in the microwave for 2 minutes” shelf-stable meals in our care packages. Would love to treat him to a ribeye with all the fixings.

    2. Bill Tuttle told me that the Paks are running the DFAC where he’s at, with Brit supervision. The Brit has the Paks add mint to the brown gravy just because he likes mint. Bill eats a lot of Tuna and MREs too.

      I couldn’t remember exactly how things went, but Bill, being Bill, certainly did,

      In Heaven…
      the mechanics are German
      the chefs are French
      the police are British
      the lovers are Italian
      and everything is organized by the Swiss.

      In Hell…
      the mechanics are French
      the police are German
      the chefs are British
      the lovers are Swiss
      and everything is organized by the Italians.

      The AFG, it’s much closer to the latter than the former.

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