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.
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Big Sister: "Everyone in America is fine with the .30-30, except Mack. He has to shoot that .35 because that extra point zero fives inches will matter on Bigfoot."