posted on May, 18 2003 @ 04:10 PM
I've gone once.
I remembered how to move under fire, how to use cover and concealment, all those army things. The training on tactics was still in the old noodle,
not forgotten through the years. PT, on the other hand, has been a dirty word in my mind for quite some time, now, and the results are obvious.
Before I started to make a move to new cover, I did several times in my head. Everytime, I made it before the enemy had time to realize I'd moved.
Then my body attempted it. The old body. The tired, abused body.
And, did I mention how brutal, hateful and uncivilized kids are? It wasn't good enough to merely shoot the old man. Oh, no, they had to torture by
continuing to pelt the Hell out of me. I know at least 10 more balls hit me after I yelled out "I'm dead!"
Until there's a way for those of us who can afford it can have a nuclear paint round, I ain't going back.