Hello everyone, I'm surprised it's taken me this long to find this place. Just a little about myself:
I'm currently a student that is close to my associates of arts transfer, I'm majoring in Business administration and minoring in accounting. I fancy myself a very talented writer, but alas, my mathematical skills leave much to be desired. Even had a math teacher slap me once for dragging my stupidity into his classroom. (Turns out I wasn't sure what the room number said because I couldn't count back then. To make matters worse, it turned out that it wasn't even a school I walked into, but an abandoned asbestos removal silo where some squatters were having some sort of sex party. So in conclusion, the knife fight that ensued finally makes complete sense today; My guilty conscience no longer burdened by the thought I laid harm to an educator. Years later I'd be told by doctors that I need serious help)
Anywho. Sorry to pepper this intro with the proverbial brown flecks of bullshit I've been known to fling, like some sort of dung flinging newspaper boy, I enjoy a good chuckle.
I served in the infantry during OIF1 and was selected for sniper school upon return (among many other love/hate liaisons with everyone's favorite whore, ft Benning). But of all the schools I did in the Army, only one would forever be branded into my think. Sniper school would be a defining moment for me, and understanding who I was. To me, it was the one school where it had a message of something greater than simply marksmanship and associated lessons. I served as an 11B for my first six years, and afterwards, served another 4 as a content pogue with no regrets.
I returned to Iraq one last time with an aviation unit, then ETSd at ten years active (12 counting reserve) where I returned to school and civilian life.
I may have qualified as B4, but truth be told, I have forgotten so so much. Life moved on and it has been a very long time since I picked up a bolt gun, hell, last thing I saw was the -X-M107 heh, never got my hands on a 110 or even trained under a shooters world that has no doubt left me in the dust. Years of two major theaters, have no doubt changed the way the school house spends its time mentoring the modern shooter. I was taught in '04. After graduating, I never felt as prepared for fighting communism in Vietnam as I was that day.
I look forward to getting to know people here, and thank you for listening.
I'm currently a student that is close to my associates of arts transfer, I'm majoring in Business administration and minoring in accounting. I fancy myself a very talented writer, but alas, my mathematical skills leave much to be desired. Even had a math teacher slap me once for dragging my stupidity into his classroom. (Turns out I wasn't sure what the room number said because I couldn't count back then. To make matters worse, it turned out that it wasn't even a school I walked into, but an abandoned asbestos removal silo where some squatters were having some sort of sex party. So in conclusion, the knife fight that ensued finally makes complete sense today; My guilty conscience no longer burdened by the thought I laid harm to an educator. Years later I'd be told by doctors that I need serious help)
Anywho. Sorry to pepper this intro with the proverbial brown flecks of bullshit I've been known to fling, like some sort of dung flinging newspaper boy, I enjoy a good chuckle.
I served in the infantry during OIF1 and was selected for sniper school upon return (among many other love/hate liaisons with everyone's favorite whore, ft Benning). But of all the schools I did in the Army, only one would forever be branded into my think. Sniper school would be a defining moment for me, and understanding who I was. To me, it was the one school where it had a message of something greater than simply marksmanship and associated lessons. I served as an 11B for my first six years, and afterwards, served another 4 as a content pogue with no regrets.
I returned to Iraq one last time with an aviation unit, then ETSd at ten years active (12 counting reserve) where I returned to school and civilian life.
I may have qualified as B4, but truth be told, I have forgotten so so much. Life moved on and it has been a very long time since I picked up a bolt gun, hell, last thing I saw was the -X-M107 heh, never got my hands on a 110 or even trained under a shooters world that has no doubt left me in the dust. Years of two major theaters, have no doubt changed the way the school house spends its time mentoring the modern shooter. I was taught in '04. After graduating, I never felt as prepared for fighting communism in Vietnam as I was that day.
I look forward to getting to know people here, and thank you for listening.
