At a sort of random guess I'd say there was a parallel here with the pilot of the last century and the soldier pulling the trigger who gets splattered with the blood and guts of his spifflicated enemies contrasted with the pilot of the present, the operator who pushes a button and watches an Afghani or two puff away in the dust of a screen shot from a thousand miles away.
But then again, no one's going to pay US$23million for the reminiscences of the screen jockey which is not that much more than I was offered for mine anyway. All in all a most successful little exercise in salmon fishing with dynamite.