BAM!

Today, I saw/short some powerful weapons. Wow! That is all I have to say...

Just kidding.

So, I started off shooting the M203 (grenade launcher). We shot basically big grenade paintballs. Basically, it was like shooting a super nerf gun. After that we went to shoot the AT-4 (bazooka). I shot only tiny tracer rounds, but tracer rounds look awesome! It was like watching a red laser beam, kind of like on Star Wars.

After that I shot M240B, a.k.a. big ass machine gun. I shot up some tanks with those. Then the saw M249 (a.k.a. little ass machine gun). That was fun too.

Nothing topped the grand finale, the 50 cal, a.k.a. the weapon you don't want to mess with. This weapon is so powerful. I was 6-8 feet behind it and you could feel the weapon's power. Shooting this weapon was like riding a roller coaster while listening to the song "25 or 6 to 4" by Chicago. Why that song? Well, we had to shoot 5 round bursts. Well the speed of the bullets being shot was equivalent (or close) to the eighth note pulse in the song. Since I had to shoot 5 round bursts and the opening to "25 or 6 to 4" has five eighth notes for the riff, it was perfect! And it was so wonderful to think of the music of Chicago, what a great band.

Afterwards, a select few soldiers were able to shoot live rounds from the AT-4, M203 and the claymore. We saw some big explosions.

Now, big explosions leads me to the next topic, the almighty fart. The fart is a mystery to me. One minute, it is the grossest thing on earth, the next minute, it is funnier than Larry the Cable Guy. So funny, that people would go, "Larry the Cable Guy? Who is that?"

I say this only because a lot of soldiers have been busting ass. Now, one factor has to be put into consideration, the MRE (meals ready to eat). They do a number on the body.

Now for anyone reading this and thinking, "Gross, I can't believe Dan is writing about this!" I say, "Shut up! You laughed at farts and I have put up with this for 6 weeks and you have to find humor in every situation. Even when you feel like you are being choked to death by the fumes of one's butthole."

My new meaning of fart: Fumes At Random Times. OK, enough with that... I will never write about the fart again...

Oh yeah, the Bible is a great book. It has been quite helpful. Anyways, peace out my friends reading this blog...

Peace & Love,
Daniel D. Heier