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Thoughts on the Evening

  • Apparently I’m leading with my left shoulder.  That’s where most of the rounds impacted tonight.

    • I really need to have someone make up a tee shirt that has a “Bruises for Freedom” logo on it.
  • Breaching charges are very loud, and do quite a number on hollow core doors.
  • A real and for true AK-47, complete with happy switch, is a real hoot.
  • If you are issued a real and for true AK-47 for firing blanks during a training exercise, please do not forget where you left it in the training area.
    • Doing so will cause the rest of us untold grief as we sit around waiting for you to find it.
    • No, I did not lose mine.  Both weapons I was issued tonight came back to the arms room with me.
  • Check the corners.  Corners kill.
by daddybear71 on September 14, 2012  •  Permalink
Posted in Thought for the day

Posted by daddybear71 on September 14, 2012

https://daddybearsden.com/2012/09/14/thoughts-on-the-evening-8/

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5 Comments

  1. Old NFO's avatar

    Old NFO

     /  September 14, 2012

    LOL, sounds like ‘another’ fun night…

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  2. Mad Jack's avatar

    Mad Jack

     /  September 14, 2012

    Okay, I want the story behind this one. I especially want to hear the part about the AK-47 and how it isn’t really lost, I just don’t know where it is right now.

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    • daddybear71's avatar

      daddybear71

       /  September 14, 2012

      It was a young guy who had never been given a weapon before. He put it down and walked away from it. When it came time to go, he didn’t think to go back and get it.

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    • daddybear71's avatar

      daddybear71

       /  September 14, 2012

      It was a young guy who had never been given a weapon before. He put it down and walked away from it. When it came time to go, he didn’t think to go back and get it.

      The overall story was that I was out at Fort Knox volunteering as a role player for a unit doing some urban warfare training. Hey, I found a hobby that includes high explosives, helicopters, and machine guns, all spiced up with the possibility of being shot with a wax bullet. Who could ask for more?

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