There is no mag so we can assume that this is some sort of an excercise with very little chance of encountering hostile fire, a hostile First Shirt, or Platoon Leader, however, is well within the realm of possibility here.
It only took me one moment of crainial rectitus to figure that you better damn well have ahold of your weapon every second of every minute, wether you are sleeping, eating, taking a dump, or whatever. If your sleeping, it goes in the bag with you, if no bag it better be fastened to you at some point so no one makes off with it.
You know, when your 17 and stupid as hell you really believe that they are going to take it out of your pay. Of coarse paying for it would probably be better than the blistering 15 minute tyrade from the First Shirt where he made sure that I fully understood that I was not worth the effort he was putting into trying to make me usefull in any capacity beyond spending the rest of my life cooking the french fry's at Jack in the Box.
Then when it could not possibly get any worse , I got the word that my rifle had been found, only it wasn't the entire rifle and I spent 2 1/2 hours of much needed rack time with a flashlight locating the rest of it.
Also, it's probably a good thing that there are no rounds in her's since the muzzle is pointed directly at her head.
I lifted these pics from a thread on falfiles.com and due credit should go to the poster over there. (Official sounding disclaimer)
It's pretty bad when even holding an automatic weapon doesn't make you look older than 15.
I really need to stop doing these rambling posts while under the influance of the wonder of modern pharmaceuticals.
