The older I get, the more I appreciate low-tech.
Half a lifetime working with ever more Rube Goldberg systems -- or nowadays, Rube Goldberg tangles of Rube Goldberg systems, if not Rube Goldberg tangles of Rube Goldberg tangles of Rube Goldberg systems -- will do that to you.
Nothing much to go wrong with a loading pallet; not much electronics on it for an EMP to knock out. Here's hoping they're made out of cheap wood that will give you splinters the first few tens of times they're used, before they're worn a litle smoother (Should'a worn work gloves like the manual says, silly squaddie! [Yank: "stupid grunt!"]), just for the sake of it.
And here's hoping a few of them will somehow mysteriously find their way -- by transport, not their internal guidance systems! -- to a Ukrainian airbase or three. (The guidance systems can point a little farther to the north and east.)
Nothing much to go wrong with a loading pallet; not much electronics on it for an EMP to knock out. Here's hoping they're made out of cheap wood that will give you splinters the first few tens of times they're used, before they're worn a litle smoother (Should'a worn work gloves like the manual says, silly squaddie! [Yank: "stupid grunt!"]), just for the sake of it.
And here's hoping a few of them will somehow mysteriously find their way -- by transport, not their internal guidance systems! -- to a Ukrainian airbase or three. (The guidance systems can point a little farther to the north and east.)