Especially the dick measuring contest that is how far your gun can shoot.
Easy. If you’re not dense.
Airfields. Big, stationary, full of valuable bits you really don’t want to have subjected to an artillery strike.
Laziness is the true king of battle.
We got tired of hucking spears, so we made bows.
We got tired of using bows, so we made crossbows.
We got tired of pulling back the strings of crossbows, so we made guns.
THAT got to be annoying having to reload clips, so some of us started carrying machine guns, and others got tired of riding horses so we made motherfucking TANKS.
‘Murica. /e