Personal camo outfit local purchase, dressed for OPFOR

  In 1968, I was an infantryman, 11B assigned to an artillery unit, C Battery 7th Battalion of the 17th Field Artillery. Where I would attempt to do the best I could, but I was always learning how much I didn't know as I tried to get in charge of my life. I became a real 13B corporal by another corporal being busted for breaking a rule, and the senior sergeants and the commander thinking I could handle others as I learned about the artillery on a  howitzer, 105mm towed. I went to a school to learn ballistic computations and become part of the Fire Direction Center, then another school for small unit leadership and tactics, called the Advanced Combat Training Academy, My commander and his driver/clerk came to visit half way through the course. Saw I was doing well and they put in my promotion to Sergeant the following Monday. Come graduation day, I was number two in the class and to be honored for that with four others. All would be called and presented promotions by their battalion Commanders, The best in class actually got staff sergeant stripes, and I was given acting sergeant stripes by my battalion commander (which he kindly apologized for the not having real ones). Get back to the battery and the Battery Commander and the clerk would give me orders for a real promotion to Sergeant 13F Recon Sergeant dated ten days earlier than the graduation. I was also given the Fire Direction Center/section to be in charge of after forgetting most of my computation skills from that earlier school. Ugh! back to the books and the additional duty of Training NCO for the 1SG/BC, as well as periodically being the Recon Sergeant for when we fielded a FO team for our Infantry Battalion. Times were good!
   In 1969 my mother wrote and said my cousin was getting married in Seoul Korea, and I was the closest relative and I needed to get there and see the wedding and write her all about it. So I asked for

Fixing cousin's uniform, day of the Moon landing

and got a pass, put on some blue jeans and some kind of shirt with buttons and a cigarette pocket and went to find my cousin. My mother loved family, and weddings in general. I went boldly, and found him, he lent me a civilian suit (I wasn't a fat old man then) and I became a best man at his wedding, an honor I have never repeated in my life, says something about how anti-social I have been. It was cool and as soon as I could I broke free and returned to my unit and my girl friend that was sure I was getting married to another woman - language lag is amazing, must have corrected her confusion. Since yesterday I left an Appleseed after lunch and some Dangerous Old Men story, drove home, cleaned up, picked her up (my girl friend became my wife) and we went to a party, which I reported in for the final five minutes and we spent the next four hours catching up and reliving long ago and far away. The good things become the best things when they cost just a little effort and are done with love. Remember this story will disappear when Google decides they don't like it, marriage, military, families and not making a dime on it. But the marriages and lives mentioned march on. Y'all be great, because you have already mastered good!

Well, I have been driven to test and use the new improved denial of my rights...

  So I stopped by the Exchange to see if they had what I wanted, they didn't but I started to ask to see the Ruger Mini-14, looked so beautiful with wood instead of polymer or aluminum. Would come with two five round magazines (I immediately wondered if Magpul made ten round magazines for it).
So I said what I was interested in, they looked up on hand inventory, no joy... but no problem they would order it for me. I told them I would return and went off to the YMCA to work the body a bit and talk. Sweat and talk was very good made a lunch date with another member, an older Vietnamese gentleman. Who looks like he is wasting away.
   Back home to clean up and do some research about what I wanted to order, wrote it out and I grabbed my paperwork and such and went back to the Exchange. Okay, very helpful woman looked it up, found the price, placed the order --- only after making sure I had a certificate of completion of training for compliance with I-1639, well, I showed her my free one from Sporting Systems and Daniel G. Mitchell, she had to call and see if it was good. It was, they did show me one from RifleClass.com where for twenty dollars and the time spent watching a video and taking a test I would be certified. Mine was accepted, I will have to come back and fill out the other required forms when there is a rifle serial number to match me with it. Then there is also a waiting period after I buy the rifle and they approved the purchase... more bumps. Now I do have time, I can wait. Just more hoops to jump through for someone's fears.  The NRA and the other organization need to keep pushing in court to kill i-1639 as in violation of the Constitution of Washington and the United States of America.

   In my news feed from the Media, it seems politicians, states and even the President are never going to be charged and convicted of any crimes committed. I am sure since I am not breaking any laws, including the really stupid and badly crafted ones, I will be punished by watching helplessly as the fools continue to break up a nation that once worked. But remember, no one is responsible and everyone does it.... current lack of values. God bless us when we do our best.
 

So day two of trying to get a recommended organization AR...

    I wandered around until I found 2320 Commerce and the door.

Ring bell. Waited to be received, door was cracked open enough to be asked what I was looking for. When I said I wanted to see about ordering an AR, she told me that this was the corporate headquarters and I would have to go online or to a gun store to order one. Thank you. I didn't need to bother to tell her that someone from her business had said they would like to see me if I dropped in. Being a fat old man, I am always finding rejection in my life and desires. I could go to the YMCA, so I did, stopping at a gun store to see if they had what I was interested in the racks. They didn't, but their first question was did I have the new required certification, which was sitting beside my computer at home.

    After two little frustrations in getting what I want NOW, being American is often a problem, I realized that I wasn't exactly sure of exactly what I wanted - only what I wanted it to do. So I hit Amazon.com/smile up to load my kindle and have some paperbooks shipped to me, having avoided the AR so long so ardently. My library lacks depth in that direction. So the Blues are playing, my wife is out with the ladies, and I have reading to learn from... Y'all have a very fine night, remember I didn't get my AR, the world is safe for fools and innocents from me anyway... since I seem to be one of the brotherhood.

 

Miss me? Didn't think so, but I missed posting...

  Was having some trouble with Google's AI wanting me to obey it, all about passwords - AIs are stupid and do not allow humans any failures... but I showed it, I am really good at failing. And bending or breaking free of everything but my flights of fancy.

   Will have to find a link to my most recent Appleseed, medical adventures abound and they do take some time. I just today changed my March Of Empires, War of Lords name, I am now Forgotten1, The Game Loft AI accepted that name, didn't allow me Grey Ghost since it had one of those. I dropped my alliance and shields - so my digital death and dismemberment for the good of the thugs that rule that world will happen. I did say thank you to the folks I had been playing with, but they loved too many rules and insubordination was hardly tolerated. When the game starts to reflect ones life and culture and hurt - time to find something worthy of one's time remaining.

  Working gently on getting a new rifle, an AR in 5.56 mm NATO. Am interested not committed yet. Appleseed next weekend for me in Port Townsend, there is also one in Redmond, WA.

Earl's View, focus on the front sight: Conversations with the sane of the other side...

Earl's View, focus on the front sight: Conversations with the sane of the other side...:   Talking to an elder man, he was alarmed that there were sheriffs that weren't honoring their oath of office, and I mentioned that they...

Conversations with the sane of the other side...

  Talking to an elder man, he was alarmed that there were sheriffs that weren't honoring their oath of office, and I mentioned that they were, upholding and defending the Constitution of the US and the state. Both of which do not allow the government to deny arms to the people. 

   He said they can't do that, deciding which laws they will enforce, and I said 'Sanctuary Cities', where elected officials are doing exactly the same thing. He, of course, said it wasn't the same thing. He is a well educated man, reads over four books a week, retired you can do that. But he was thinking that the law should be applied and enforced as his side wanted it, because it would do whatever magic thing they were sure would be better.  And that is where the America of my early imagination died. They have to have guns to use against the others that don't believe the way they do, they have to have control of the only ones. The military, the police forces, the government agencies (remember that all the government agencies went on a arms buying spree for their own thugs and regulators).  Now, the man is a good man and enjoyable to talk with - but he didn't go to war working for the MAN, old Uncle Sam. So he and I have very different opinions about firearms and government.

  I am intelligent enough to know if there is a good idea it gets sold easily no force necessary, and if it is a bad idea it will have to be delivered with a promise of wonder and the threat of pain.

  So recently from New Zealand, the home of Lord of the Rings and the Hobbit, comes a terrible False Flag attack, brought to you by the mass murderer that wants his name remembered as a champion of Gun Control and Media Bias everywhere. And his terrified audience is going to do exactly what he wants, change our civilization to stifle our fears of a dark future. Instead of going down on our knees and praying and throwing our lives and love upon God's Grace and mercy -- we are going to think that giving the government power over the tools of destruction will keep us safe, or that all our stores of guns, ammunition, grenades and expert fighting skills will work as long as the government doesn't know what we have and where we are...  take your pick, all responses that don't rely on God over government will be fatal. But you are going to die anyway, aren't you? Wouldn't you rather it was at peace with your choices?

  I know where most of the human race is going, most of the human race isn't loving enough, humble enough and satisfied enough with the wonder of the world. I watched the response to 9/11, lots of heroic actions until the government and lawyers could get in charge and make a mess. I guess we constantly ground airplanes since we haven't learned to control gravity, but we do keep trying to fly.

   I think I will go to the range this afternoon, because of all the people in the mosques that were attacked, I would like to think I could be one the people that rushed to stop the shooter, praying to the LORD for His guidance and mercy.

As I await my appointment for another medical procedure....

  I spent last evening hooking up my new shoulder holster and thinking bout Appleseeds this year. Haven't scheduled myself, since I am awaiting the results of more medical knowledge about myself than I ever wanted to know. Need to contact the VA, and get them on board as I seem to fall apart right before my eyes. Not really falling apart, just feels that way. Medical adventures.

   Does seem to coincide with my trashing on the multi-player game, I keep forgetting how weak I am currently, so I just changed my avatar to an old, really old version. My efforts to rebuild power and strength are hampered by my self delusion of power and greatness just two weeks ago.

   Woke from a dream of taking a young man to the shooting range, could put that back on my calendar. I terminated my Sunday school and AWANA coach positions until I am resolved to be a great one. The children don't deserve distracted adults as teachers. I am sure I will miss them more than they will miss me.

   Can't eat, drink coffee nor lots of water... I will ponder the world news on Japanese Public Broadcasting.