Hello, Love

My neighbor has a few weapons and has recently assembled an AR-16, equivalent to M-16. He heard that I was in the Army and wanted to see me break it down. So I did the honors and cleaned it while it was apart. I can't say I was able to do it blind-folded and under a minute like I could do five years ago, but it felt so good to have my hands on such a prize again. The smell brought me back in a flash to Basic Training, summer of 2002. I could picture that darn foxhole that I had to dig myself (6 ft. deep x 4 ft. wide x 2 ft. long) with a shovel, practically the size of a children's shovel used to play in sand boxes. I reminisced, doing a few Drill and Ceremony moves, too. I really want a gun now. For the record, did you know I qualified as an Expert Sharpshooter? Seems like another lifetime.