"AI Wingmen: Masters of Pyrotechnics and Night Raves"

[rgk86cavalry]

So there I am, 1:00 a.m., launching out of Kandahar airfield with my three trusty AI wingmen on a top-secret night op. I’m feeling like a true special forces pilot, cruising in full blackout mode, blending into the shadows. Just me, the quiet hum of the CH-47, and—oh, wait. I casually check my six and…

Yep. There they are. All my AI wingmen lit up like a Christmas tree on December 24th. Anti-collision lights, navigation lights, probably even a disco ball I hadn’t noticed before—all flashing bright as day. But fine, I tell myself, maybe they'll turn them off at the LZ. Surely, right?

We reach the LZ, and as if on cue, every single one of my AI wingmen goes full Broadway. Landing lights beaming like they’re filming a music video. But it gets better. They're blinking them on and off like they’re trying to communicate with alien life. I can almost hear them saying, “Hey, enemy forces, we’re here!”

Finally, when they do decide to “land,” it’s more of an uncoordinated nosedive straight into the dirt, each one igniting into a glorious fireball. Now I’m sitting there in the dark, surrounded by three burning craters, totally exposed, my cover completely blown. So much for stealth—guess it’s time to call in an Uber!

 

Is there any possible way that we clean up the AI wingman pilots?! Please ?