I miss those times every blue moon. Learning to gut it out at Ft. Benning back in '86 wasn't much fun in the sawdust pit in August-don't miss that!
We had a doe come running across the range at around 800 yards one day, and the drills actually let everyone on the line try to shoot her. We weren't even sighted in good yet, much less proficient at that range. I don't think she got a scratch on her!
I went to W. Germany, a leg grunt assigned to a stinkin' mech unit (1st of the 6th Infantry, 1st AD) stationed at Ft. Illesheim... middle of nowhere farming village, where they fertilized using manure. Ah, the aroma. Our motto? "Where the men are men, and the sheep are nervous."
We had a doe come running across the range at around 800 yards one day, and the drills actually let everyone on the line try to shoot her. We weren't even sighted in good yet, much less proficient at that range. I don't think she got a scratch on her!
I went to W. Germany, a leg grunt assigned to a stinkin' mech unit (1st of the 6th Infantry, 1st AD) stationed at Ft. Illesheim... middle of nowhere farming village, where they fertilized using manure. Ah, the aroma. Our motto? "Where the men are men, and the sheep are nervous."