My ruck weighs approximately 70 pounds... sans ammo. Note to self: kill self.
Not looking forward to jumping into 2-3 days of miserable weather with this bitch strapped to me. Not to mention my 10 lb radio, M4, etc, etc. Then we get to walk back! Air fucking borne.
I'm incredibly butthurt about this whole situation, as you can tell. Gah. Should've been an intel analyst. Live and learn.
Five days til Tennessee and (hopefully) some good fishing... and maybe a little 'shine, if I'm lucky. But for now...
GONE PARATROOPING
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