Damn. Those six days in the field really kicked my ass. My platoon rocked shit, though, which is the important part - we continue to show that we are the most competent platoon in the best company in our battalion. We blew shit up, we shot enemy down, we kicked doors in. Targets were killed with everything from M4s to AT4s to 105mm HE rounds. Me grunt, me like explodey things.
Depressingly, I fired not a single round the entire week. I did, however, improve my commo skills substantially, and got to enjoy a bit of a bird's-eye view of direct action. It's really quite different to actually understand and be a big player in an operation, rather than simply being told "go here, stack up, shoot this." I'm warming up to the job a bit... but I must admit I do miss being in a line squad. Trigger time is the best.
I'm more than a little deaf and a bit scrambled right now from the sheer volume of 7.62 and 5.56 rounds I was subjected to (not to mention being in close proximity and slightly behind multiple AT4s being fired, several times this week; not comfortable). In fact, my left ear is still ringing rather loudly and I'm not very happy about it. Yeah, I know, ear plugs were created for a reason - but you try wearing ear pro when you have 25 different people on two different radios screaming at you in both ears, and you have to keep track of all of it in addition to the information your LT is relaying to you at the top of his lungs while sprinting from house to house.
Anyway, I feel like I'm a bit drunk and it's a little past 0300. My body hurts from head to toe. In seven days, I'll be living the good life I left in Colorado... I think I'll just savor that anticipation a little while, knowing how good it will be.
Deuces
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