I watched a two-million-dollar military drone fail completely at Camp Ashby while arrogant tech officers panicked. As a seventy-eight-year-old Vietnam veteran with bad knees, I only needed a pair of binoculars and four minutes to spot the deadliest sniper on the base. When I climbed that observation tower, the young Captain laughed at me, but he had no idea what I was about to expose hiding right beneath their million-dollar noses. – Purposeful Days
My name is Roy Callaway. I’m seventy-eight, my knees are more titanium than bone, and my hands shake when I hold my morning coffee. But …
I watched a two-million-dollar military drone fail completely at Camp Ashby while arrogant tech officers panicked. As a seventy-eight-year-old Vietnam veteran with bad knees, I only needed a pair of binoculars and four minutes to spot the deadliest sniper on the base. When I climbed that observation tower, the young Captain laughed at me, but he had no idea what I was about to expose hiding right beneath their million-dollar noses. – Purposeful Days Read More