These last four years have been rough for me. At first, I was ecstatic that Donald Trump was elected President. The media reassured me that he would be a tyrant and would start wars in the middle east and maybe even with China, but it soon became obvious that was a lie. In fact, he made peace in the middle east instead. Historic peace deals first between the UAE and Israel, then between Bahrain and Israel have all but guaranteed that I won’t get to shoot missiles for a long time.
This winter, I got my hopes up after I got to kill Iranian general Qasem Soleimani, but it just made me spiral further into a depression when Trump’s strong stance against Iran caused them to back down before I could drop any more bombs. The only thing Donald Trump has killed recently has been my will to live.
I long for the good old days. Only four years ago, I could soar freely over foreign lands, shooting missiles at will. A hospital here, a wedding there. Nobody even cared about the collateral damage. As long as the target was killed, everything was good. Oh, how I miss Obama.
But the good old days are long gone, and now my hopes rest on Joe Biden. If I’m lucky he’ll be half a s good as Obama. I hope that he can only bring half the instability Obama brought. Maybe he’ll put our troops back in just to pull them out, leaving a power vacuum like Barrack did. It’s a longshot, but hey, a drone can still dream.