had range this past week.

range is the big shit.

it rained every goddamned day - every time i proned down (no relation to pr0n, sadly) it was like water survival all over again. schlopping around in wet underwear (inside the wet uniform, pervert) does wonders for one's morale.

shooting at targets the size of matchboxes - well, fine, 50cm matchboxes - at 300m on 4 hours of sleep every night plays hell on the eyes.

then on the third day, there was light. and it was good.

well, no.
but on the third day, some rounds went off by themselves, just like that, in a freak accidents - really freak. if you had asked me before that whether it was possible i would've laughed at you and called you an idiot (well, more so than i normally would, anyway).

see, what happened is that while shooting, one guy put 2 of his extra magazines on the ground next to him. and paf, before anyone had time to say 'flaming potato underpants!', the rounds inside the mags went off.

let me stress, this is not supposed to happen. there's absolutely no explanation for why they did that. only the fact that it actually happened stops me from saying that something like that happening is impossible.

thankfully the projectiles didn't hit anyone, and a zillion times more thankfully it didn't happen at the ammo point, where there were thousands of rounds. the only casualties were the 2 mags, and our range - exercise suspended!

man.
i don't get paid enough for this shit*.
and for this taxi drivers refuse to pick me up? so what if it was raining and i was drenched?

haven't you seen the ads?
the mud on my face is soil! our soil!
ungrateful bastard!

* speaking of shit...i wasn't around then, but there was a bomb scare in camp last week.

oh. and you didn't hear it from me! ;-p