I grew up alongside RAF Waddington; its drones might at last be altering the attitudes of village green Lincolnshire Armed drones have been with us since only 2001 , yet it has already become a cliche that these weapons divorce the killer from the act of killing so completely that a “pilot” can execute a strike before nipping out for a sandwich in the Nevada sunshine. Nevada is one thing, but the wheat fields of Lincolnshire? The place I grew up?
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Drones on the doorstep | David Shariatmadari