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54.

One of our drones had been watching the Taliban school its fighters.

Despite popular assumptions, the Taliban had good equipment. Nothing like ours, but good,effective—when used correctly. So they often needed to bring their soldiers up to speed. Therewere frequent tutorials in the desert, instructors² demonstrating the newest gear from Russia andIran. That was what this lesson captured by the drones seemed to be. A shooting lesson.

The red phone rang. Down went the coffee mugs and PlayStation controls. We ran to theApaches, flew north at a good clip, twenty-five feet off the ground.

Darkness was starting to fall. We were ordered by controllers to hold off, about eightkilometers.

In the deepening twilight³ we could barely see the target area. Just shadows moving about.

Bikes leaning against a wall.

Wait, we were told.

We circled and circled.

Wait.

Shallow breaths.

Now came the signal: The shooting lesson is over. Giddyup. Go, go, go.

The instructor¹, the high-value target, was on a motorbike, one of his students on the back. Wescreamed towards them, clocked them moving along at 40 k.p.h., one of them carrying a hot-barreled PKM machine gun. I held my thumb over the cursor, watched the screen, waited. There! Ipulled one trigger to fire the pointing laser and another to fire the missile.

The thumbstick I fired was remarkably⁴ similar to the thumbstick for the PlayStation game I’djust been playing.

The missile hit just short of the motorbike’s spokes⁵. Textbook. Exactly where I’d been taughtto aim. Too high, you might send it over the top of his head. Too low, you’d take out nothing butdirt and sand.

Delta⁶ Hotel. Direct hit.

I followed up with the 30-mm.

Where the motorbike had been was now a cloud of smoke and flames.

Well done, Dave said.

We swooped⁷ back to camp, critiqued the video.

Perfect kill.

We played some more PlayStation.

Turned in early.