“Normally, when you go to war, you go into a theater. You sleep in a tent every night and you walk half a mile to go to the bathroom. In the Predator world, you’re in Las Vegas. You get up in the morning, kiss the wife goodbye and drive up to the base. But when you get into the box, you’re right there in the theater. You’re at war. It’s incredibly strange.” From The Kernal: The loneliness of the long-distance drone pilot.

+ The Atlantic: Drones are now appearing on Afghan rugs.