Lol. Same here. I lost count how many times that I tell new guys, "Don't ever fuckin do this. If shit goes sideways stay calm and call 911." 🤣
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This x2. The concept of grief being intense love with no place to go always stuck out to me.
Emotional landmines as Arod put it, are a mother fucker. I didn't get emotional when I went and had a drink with the old man at the cabin, nor when I poured one out with him where I spread his ashes.
But I just broke down for a second in line waiting for our Boba order after a Korean BBQ lunch date for our anniversary and started crying lol.
Grief doesn't just keep it's own company, and manifests on its own time schedule.
On that note, ate wayyyy too fucking much but gaht damned is a good KBBQ place a good thing.
I'm was POG.....here is my $.02 and I obviously dont have the skills and experience of the guy in vid. Remember....I was commo, and AF.
I prefer teaching bracing outer flat of tricep to inner lump of quad. If I have time with an AR based weapon and want to take a more precise shot, I choke bacl on the handguard with my support hhand , allowing me to contact inner forearm to side of magazine. Increasing my points of contact between me and rifle. Sat back onto boot or forward shifted...solid and fast to assume.
I tried taking pics one handed and 
Also hurts me bad squating or kneeling.....back in the day, I was a master of the paddy squat shooting and kneeling. This is why I don't really shoot anymore....everthing is screwed up.
This morning in training one of my partner and I were going over some VT guard (bottom), I told him Im done soon. So we need to transfer this knowledge and he can propogate it among the fed team he has been assigned to, etc. I suffer doing shooting and martial arts....body is done and mentally I'm just not there anymore. My brain is full of all kinds of useless (for me) knowledge, but its just noise to me now and slowly will be purged over time.
Also hurts me bad squating or kneeling.....back in the day, I was a master of the paddy squat shooting and kneeling. This is why I don't really shoot anymore....everthing is screwed up.
This morning in training one of my partner and I were going over some VT guard (bottom), I told him Im done soon. So we need to transfer this knowledge and he can propogate it among the fed team he has been assigned to, etc. I suffer doing shooting and martial arts....body is done and mentally I'm just not there anymore. My brain is full of all kinds of useless (for me) knowledge, but its just noise to me now and slowly will be purged over time.
Our favorite song is Allison Krause "When you say nothing at all". My wife would tell me to repla it multiple times sometimes......last night I was a sobbing mess. Then her singing "I know who holds tomorrow" just broke me worse.
krauss has voice of an angel.
People are always asking how I'm doing.....how the hell am I supposed to answer that?!?! "Oh, my companion of +30yrs is gone and the only time I feel happy is when I'm sitting at our niche at the national cemetery and talking to myself" One of the workers there and I were talking between interments on friday.....he told me "Take your time" coming here for myself. If it wernt for my girls....the question of "why" would be afully hard to answeer.
Nothing in life could bother me...other than make me mad. Violence.....LOL. Blood and guts.....nope. My childhood probably gave me PTSD that I'm so warped by it that it's hard for me to recognize what is so wrong woith me. Seeing her die, blood coming out of her mouth, trying to clear and airway and breaking her ribs in compressions, then medics hooking up the compression machine as they worked, transport, etc. Ambulance ride to hospital and 30mins of them working on her....ok, I felt clumsy and like I was moving through mud and a rage at the 911 operator with her fucking babble...."IM FUCKIGNBUSY". What breaks/broke me is when the emptymess cant be hidden or ignored. It's a fucking hole that can't get filled. So everything is my facade.....or maybe, like when I'm in church, I feel like thet Christian song, "Stained Glass Masquerade" THAT ME...both for what I am and for how I feeling.
Every yer since vietnam, my uncle flies to a vet cemetery and visit grave of his best friend with a VSM and CIB to leave on the grave and drink a beer. He watched his friend take a round through the helmet. I think, that's what I have to look forward to when I move....maybe once or twice a year, visiting, sitting on the ground and talking to myself. Other than that, im just going through the motions for the girls.
Sorry...yeah I may have had a little Knob Creek.
Peace!
Never apologize for venting to us brother.
Hell the ol lady complains I tell you guys more about how I feel than I do her "Who's sucking your dick me or them"....
Well baby I ain't seen nytron around I'm a while sooooo....
Finishing this damned Chino shed before work tomorrow if it kills me. And it might
Well it was a fuck of a week. Lost our cat on Tuesday. She was old as fuck and I was with her till the end and she got to be home but damnit if I don’t miss that grumpy furry bitch. Hit me like a truck I think it was just the cumulative loss of this year but fuck. 2024 can eat all the dicks. I’ll be glad to see this one go.
Did have a good long weekend considering. Almost bought a couple guns but my kid was with me and getting impatient and I have some expensive weekends coming up.
Did have a good long weekend considering. Almost bought a couple guns but my kid was with me and getting impatient and I have some expensive weekends coming up.
That would not help me because I only put 29 rounds in my mags. I have had some issues with fully load AR mags in the past not seating well but loading 1 less round fixes that.
Thanks. Turn 40 next week. 6 months ago I threatened myself with posting a shirtless photo on Facebook on my birthday, and it was up to me to be in shape or not, so I've been hitting it hard.
Plus a larger than normal dose of TRT, just for sake of transparency.
Man. My girls great aunt just dropped some of the wildest family lore I have heard in a long time.
When she gets back home to NY or Mexico or where ever the fuck she is currently living I'm gunna get my chick to FaceTime her so the story gets recorded correctly and doesn't get lost in time. And so I can transcribe this shit into a cohesive story in English lol
Pre cartel crime families in Mexico. If you don't know. Mexican crime families mostly started post WW2. The US was running out of Morphine during the height of the European campaign. So the US state department went down and taught Mexican farmers to cultivate poppies/opium for the US war effort.
They would continue to do so after the war, and obviously were also growing ganja in some places. This would be the start of Mexican drug trafficking organizations, that later would consolidate and form the loose alliances that would become the cartels we think about today.
I mean that is mostly still how they operate. There isn't really one big faction, even among say the Sinaloa cartel. It's multiple groups of families and Orgs under one banner. And if you aren't current on that stuff, there is some wild ass shit going on right now.
So anywaaaaay. The story involves one of her great aunts being a kidnapped child bride by a Mexican crime family and the whole story is something right out of a fucking movie.
Daring rescues and escapes and disguises, political corruption, multiple murders including the fucking priest that performed the ceremony not knowing the girl had been kidnapped. Rapes, beatings. Lots of gunplay. Lots of deception.
Witch craft/brujeria. A seven year old girl orchestrating a midnight escape from a killer on horseback in the pitch black night in the middle of no where.
Fucking story just got crazier and crazier as it went on. But had a happy ending( well maybe not for the priest and people that got murdered lol) and she and her family would end up being free and living their lives.
If you guys are interested. I will try and work up a rough draft of the story arc this week.
Like we are literally already calling out chapter names lolol. "Act 2, Chapter 1" Uncle Santana and the cheese man's rescue"
When she gets back home to NY or Mexico or where ever the fuck she is currently living I'm gunna get my chick to FaceTime her so the story gets recorded correctly and doesn't get lost in time. And so I can transcribe this shit into a cohesive story in English lol
Pre cartel crime families in Mexico. If you don't know. Mexican crime families mostly started post WW2. The US was running out of Morphine during the height of the European campaign. So the US state department went down and taught Mexican farmers to cultivate poppies/opium for the US war effort.
They would continue to do so after the war, and obviously were also growing ganja in some places. This would be the start of Mexican drug trafficking organizations, that later would consolidate and form the loose alliances that would become the cartels we think about today.
I mean that is mostly still how they operate. There isn't really one big faction, even among say the Sinaloa cartel. It's multiple groups of families and Orgs under one banner. And if you aren't current on that stuff, there is some wild ass shit going on right now.
So anywaaaaay. The story involves one of her great aunts being a kidnapped child bride by a Mexican crime family and the whole story is something right out of a fucking movie.
Daring rescues and escapes and disguises, political corruption, multiple murders including the fucking priest that performed the ceremony not knowing the girl had been kidnapped. Rapes, beatings. Lots of gunplay. Lots of deception.
Witch craft/brujeria. A seven year old girl orchestrating a midnight escape from a killer on horseback in the pitch black night in the middle of no where.
Fucking story just got crazier and crazier as it went on. But had a happy ending( well maybe not for the priest and people that got murdered lol) and she and her family would end up being free and living their lives.
If you guys are interested. I will try and work up a rough draft of the story arc this week.
Like we are literally already calling out chapter names lolol. "Act 2, Chapter 1" Uncle Santana and the cheese man's rescue"
