.30 caliber belt fed fun
New toys for us...
Knob Creek is on hold, this is my new Mecca. And remember, kids; when firing a belt-fed machine gun, pull the trigger or press the butterflies, say "Die, motherfucker, die!!!" and let go, and that's how you know you're firing a 6-9 round burst. Ah, the less-PC days of the army.
i got nothing else to trade my wife with...knob creek in two months plus the thompson...i got nothing more to give her
Give her grapefruits as big as diamonds, it always works for me...lol
That barell on the machine looks like it curves up...
those church weddings, let's renew our vows and with the cake and family and friends on hand. if it could be in the same place where you were originally married, so much the better. it's just an idea, but it was something i was planning for my wife about the time she first got sick. i thought at the time, Dear God, let her live. Let her be well and I will do ANYTHING you ask of me and I don't care what it is. I will even marry her again and we can start all over. But God wasn't listening to me that time. Maybe it's a form of punishment for the career I chose. I don't know. She died six weeks later. Anyway, just remember, you have a wonderful wife and she's worth doing anything for her.
It does look bent, but I also think you're right in that I think it's an optical illusion.
the barrel shroud being warped. I doubt it, but stranger things have happened. I don't care if you don't believe me, I was abducted by aliens and probed. Shut up. They have a thing for trailer parks.
You see that in the movies all the time, and sometimes in the newspapers, but then you see all sorts of things in the newspapers that are a lot less easy to believe than some of the things you see in the movies. I believe you. I just don't want hear any details about the probing. lol
same thing with tornadoes. Trailer parks are magnets for those. It's just one of those laws of nature, I guess.
it's usually over something most women will never understand. I sit at the desk in the MP station here and think all the goddamn time about the fact that my little Rambos and Rambettes, people I trained and led in combat, are getting ready to go to Afghanistan without me and I can't even get any of my calls returned from the people who could put me on orders back to Ft Riley. It's a depressing feeling. Or the fact that I sit helplessly while our country slides further toward socialism and I can't do anything about it, because it's not the right time for armed resistance. How many chicks have those issues? HAH HAH, I AM ALL THAT IS MAN!!!