Yesterday was a long day even though it was fairly slow. We slept an extra 30 minutes, went to chow, and then loaded up for another day at the range. Today we are going to learn about and shoot the 240 Bravo and 249 Saw machine guns. Our sergeant that was the instructor started us off rolling in laughter. Mostly dirty jokes and stories how he grew up in the same “hood” as the rapper 50’s Cent. He spent 10 years in and out of juvie and five years in jail before the Army changed his life. We got to shoot 50 rounds through the 240 and 100 rounds through the 249. The 240 is a larger caliber and sweet to shoot. Targets started at 300 meters and went out several 100 meters. The 249 was also fun, with every trigger pull about 10 rounds shot. TRACERS EVERY 5 ROUNDS ALLOW US TO REALLY SEE WHERE EVERYONE WAS SHOOTING. But- BAD SIDE- tracers start fires. About halfway through shooting the 249 I saw I got a cease fire. They are used to fires and always call for them to get put out once several start or a fire is near the woods. That happened on my turn so the range day was over.
We got lucky and the bus driving us back was playing country music. Oh how is miss music.
After evening chow, we had more cleaning. The night DS was not happy, like always, so he kept us out in the cold, smoking us. Once we thought we were done, the Chaplain had a last minute meeting with us. It was 2100, which is usually lights out. He wanted to go over a 40 minute presentation over suicide. Apparently the holidays are a peak time. By the time we get out it was 2230 and new lights out was 2300. Blaaaahhhh….wake up was 0330 to get ready for our morning march. I’ll move on to a new today. J
Oh yeah. My platoon…or a certain few, keep messing up a lot of stupid stuff so our DS took our guidon flag away and changed our name from the “Punishers” to “Dead Guys” since he said we move so slow. That sucks.
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