wk 6 BMT
An early bookout lands me in fish&co with bob, pei, and james. A dinner of fresh and layered swordfish collar is extremely enticing, but was dashed with equal layers of deep-fried crumbs.
This week was the week in which we got the last number of punishments. We increased our standard, plus, RANGE DAY, so nothing much they could do anyway. I was perfect in practice sessions scoring 16/16, but was outcasted to the "bobo shooters" when I didnt hit the target 6 times. When I realized that I got lane 14 for the shoot, I was like.. SHIT. The figure 15 target on my lane will not drop no matter how accurately and center I aimed at it. Oh yes, my lane was closed before my turn because of the figure 15 target malfunction also. Moreover, my rifle was so dry and oil-less on my last magazine that they had to force-cock it to extract the empty cartridge and reload every shot I took. What fun. Even though with the companionship of 1984 and my mates, it was still dry.
So many things to do this weekend, as if there are enough hours for that. Choreo dance, buy shoe and drinks and books. Time to roll.
Labels: national service
