If you think that’s cool, you’d love the show my heavy weapons company put on at an annual basis. 12 mile trek with full battle rattle (armor, extra ammo, helmet and a ton more.) The guys and I would easily weight 240lbs or more. We’d have to set up and it was my job to command the two gun teams plus mortars attached to me. We’d light up the night with a beautiful burst of orange glow surrounding us, the percussion would thump in your chest and the tracers* would burst as they struck our targets.

While in Iraq and Afghanistan I’d smoke a cigarette on the roof of my Southwest Asin Hit (SW-Ah hut) and just watch tracers shoot into the air and listen to our Soldiers in active gun fights in the distance while we rested preparing to relive them at day break…

Shit was lit, man.