Balls Deep
Si vis pacem, para bellum.
Balls Deep
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About to fix the Swiss cheese my shooting partner left me.
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Me gusta.
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All geared up. Look at me, carrying four extra mags and too much shit above that knife. Ahhh to be the new guy again. Boots bloused too!! For shame.
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Dear Uncle Sam, why do we even have these 113’s still?!
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I may have been a bit excited when I made the Selection Instrument for Flight Training (SIFT) my bitch this morning! Now I just have to pass the board and it’s on to flying da choppas
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Gonna go shovel in the dark. I often wonder, when wearing my favorite piece of memorabilia from Afghanistan, “Is today the day my neighbor calls the cops or shoots me?”
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So I just found out this picture exists. Good times. That’s me on the far right
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Mmm dinner.
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My group relaxing (and mostly making fun of other teams at the live burn).
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I only know this is me because of the number on the helmet. That would’ve been a lot easier if we didn’t have our masks blacked out haha
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Just met Michael “The Menace” Johnson. He signed my Chucks too. Real chill guy and a great fighter to watch
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So, this may look like a round is currently being chambered. HAH. no. This is what happens when the Army gives you a sidearm that’s been in service for too long. That bullet is jammed in that motherfucker nice n tight.
*edit: Superman literally had to hold the slide back (on the ground with my boot holding it down) while I picked that fucker out with my Benchmade*
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Quarter life crisis? Is that a thing? Haven’t skated in 8 years now and today I picked this up and spent hours on the damn thing…busted my ass twice and just couldn’t stop laughing the whole time.
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Bored in the tent a few days out from traveling home. Awesome book though :)
(This showed up on FBook before I even knew it was taken…sneaky sneaky)