Seriously. My face really fucking hurts. Another full day in the wind, no bueno... probably doesn't help that I passed out for like an hour facing the sun for warmth. I look pretty ridiculous right now.
Didn't do shit today except qualify with my carbine - another score of 39/40, continuing my trend since basic. Sigh. One day the planets will align, range control will actually mow the goddamn waist-high grass downrange, the computer scoring system will work correctly, and I'll shoot a 40.
We did another night shoot through NODs (night vision) with our infrared laser sights (only visible through said NODs), which would have been fun except for the general icy numbness of my various extremities, including my brain. As per usual, my trusty M4 came through for me and I was dropping targets like it was my job (ha ha), which brings me to an interesting point:
I love my M4. There, I said it. I love the shit out of that thing. See, in various circles, notably those populated by wannabe tacticool blowhard fuckfaces, the M4 gets a ton of hate. This is not entirely without reason, since it is a bit outdated and slightly underpowered, but it is still a hell of a weapon. Both of the M4s I've been issued have been well worn, shot endlessly, and looked like something you might pay 300 bucks for at some back-alley pawn shop. The trigger is inevitably shit, the upper and lower receiver are looser than gorilla pussy, and it's kind of a bitch to clean. But despite all that, both of mine have been absolutely unfailingly reliable and murderously accurate. My current one is often mistreated: dumped in the sand, dropped on hard surfaces, given an "I-really-don't-fucking-care-right-now" cleaning after a long day at the range, et cetera - but put a few drops of CLP on the bolt carrier and feed it with PMags and green tip, and that bitch will run all day without a hiccup and kill everything it's pointed at. What more could a man ask for?
That's supposed to be a rhetorical question, smartasses. I KNOW, the answer is free beer. Obviously.
Speaking of beer, as I write this I'm finishing a glass of Great Divide's Titan IPA, and it's heartbreaking because that was my last one. Next up is a pirate's favorite beer... P B Arrrrggggghhh (Pabst Blue Ribbon, for the unenlightened). $5.95 (no tax) for a 12 pack at the PX! Suck it civilians - and stock up while you can, paratroopers! I don't think I've paid under 50 cents apiece for any drinkable beer since high school... that's assuming Key Light is, in fact, beer. I have my doubts.
On a completely random note, did you know that on the list of ingredients for Goldfish, it starts out with "MADE WITH SMILES AND..." What the hell? I don't want your smiles in my food, guy. Go smile-rape someone else. Creeper.
'night
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