I'm thinking there should a a revival of sorts...

Of the hand slap that is...say something that makes sense, put out your hand, and except your punishment, because we all know that sense has no place in the Army...Get with the program airborne.

Lessons I've Learned on My First Graf Rotation

1. A73 dead ends in Nurnburg
2. Don't listen to the Commander, follow the directions on the pyro.
3. Foxes don't like .50 cals.
4. 900 rounds of blank .50 cal fired in rapid succession will begin to weld the barrel to the blank adapter.
5. Get to the shoppette before 1600...thats when the hot lady leaves in here pimp ass BMW.
6. Range control doesn't think "Thriller" is cool, even if my PSG can do the dance.
7. QASAS man is lonely...seriously we can talk about anything, doesn't have to be ammo, seriously, is there anything you want to talk about.
8. ASP= most inefficient thing on earth.
9. Don't tell 1SG that he should have asked for a dope ass sign if he wanted on like yours.
10. G BTRY will be the last to know about everything.
11. Range paddles are no longer within the brigade standard......durka durka.

Well its been awhile

I thought blogspot was blocked by the Army for my computer but apparantly I was misinformed or just straight durka durka dumbass....so what better time to post then when in the field. Ah, lovely Graf...its beautiful of course, until it rains, gets cold, its 2300 and you're working on the following days trip tickets...f-ing SAWEET baby. Actually I'm loving it...for four days I worked from 0730-1900ish in a range. Me, the American, the dude running the laser engagement system, a Sweed (a Saab employee as well), and the rangemeister, a German, all jamming out to some good old Britney Spears, Lady GaGa, and AC/DC.