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Meyer had been following the war on the news from his home in Denmark, and when he saw a story about the starving children of Yugoslavia he decided he was going to take shit into his own hands. A former Jagercorp operative in the Danish Army, Meyer had trained with Green Berets and served in the elite special forces arm of the Danish military, and as a deeply religious man Meyer felt compelled by God to intervene and do something to help these starving kids. Of course, while most people would have just, I don't know, written a check or penned a sternly-worded letter to their congressperson, Helge Meyer pulled his 1979 Camaro out of the garage and drove it into the middle of a damn warzone determined to help those kids or be brutally murdered in the process.

He offered his services to the United Nations (who understandably thought this guy had a screw loose somewhere), and when that went nowhere this one-man army just drove his Camaro onto the tarmac at Rhein-Main Air Field in Frankfurt, Germany, and told the American Air Force dudes there that he was planning haul ass around Bosnia with a car full of aid gear like a post-apocalyptic Santa Clause, and asked if they could do anything to help pimp his ride.

The USAF guys took one look at Meyer's badass Chevy and were like, yeah. We can do something with this.

So they turned his jet-black muscle car into the most badass humanitarian aid vehicle this side of Boaty McBoatface.

First the Air Force techs stripped Meyer's Camaro down to just the essential components. They welded armor to the Second Gen General Motors F-Type body, fitted Kevlar inserts in the doors, and upgraded the 5.7-liter V8 350 (I'm guessing the Chevy small-block LM1 engine) from 220 to 440 horsepower, popped some Nitrous Oxide canisters in there, and attached a hood blower, an iron reinforced iron landmine-clearing blade, run-flat tires, and a huge armor plate to cover that rear window (which is great because those windows are so expensive these days that your Camaro is basically totaled if it breaks). They kitted the interior with a military-grade GPS, a thermal imaging system, a high-tech fire extinguishing system, and a high-frequency ground-to-air radio. They pulled all the interior lights out, so the car could run in complete darkness using only Meyer's thermal and night-vision goggles for navigation, and they painted the entire thing with matte black stealth paint that wouldn't pop on enemy thermal or radar.

The only part of the car that wasn't black-on-black was the bright yellow rubber duckie they tied in behind the front grill.

The USAF guys then managed to raise or requisition about $12,000 of gear, and they jammed the Camaro to the brim with food, medical equipment, clothes, blankets, water, and toys. They gave Meyer a pair of fatigues, a Kevlar helmet, and a one-way ticket to Sarajevo, but when they offered him a gun, Meyer was like, nah, who needs that. He held up his Bible, said that was the only protection he needed, and the Air Force guys dubbed him "God's Rambo" and sent him on his way.
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