When I got back from the A-Stan, I had lots of dreams where my M-4's trigger pull must have been measured in the 100s of ft/lbs. Oh, and that I would drop every grenade while trying to get it out of my vest to load into my -203 except for smoke.
In high school, I used to dream about winning the State 3-P Air Champsionship and getting a kiss from the homecoming queen, but alas, only of one those ever happened.
NRA Life Member
Ladyfriend: "I need help with the leaves in the yard"
Me: "Controlled burn?"
LadyFriend: "I forgot my Boy Scout turned into an infantry officer."