Utah Bob #35998

Probably after my time. Still in service with the Ukrainians.

Any time pard. 😉

Okay. Never heard it called anything but a Swedish K. Nice little piece.

To meander back to the OP https://fb.watch/Fi6n-kiv_F/?fs=e

I heard they invented the nail gun. I can honestly say I haven’t tossed a lit match into a can of gasoline since I was 8 years old.

Definitely needed to be on NSAIDS and maybe turpentine. 😂

Spending it in the Fortress of Solitude with sufficient cigars and whisky. I may have to sleep here tonight. happy Valentines day. 🙄😆

A US Kubelwagen.

Exactly. Theses days the term racist has evolved to include anyone who speaks a different language, has a different culture, or a different complexion. ☹️ Now, in keeping with SASS guidelines I would like to discuss either the Olympics, or 45 vs 38.😆 or whisky and cigars.

My enemy bicycle. Found in a cache in Cambodia.😆

We did have a whacky Bn surgeon who carried a Colt 357 in a shoulder holster.

i have never heard that term.

The Army saved money by not chroming the barrels and using a cheaper powder in the ammo that Stoner did not recommend. They were issued without cleaning rods! Men died. But nobody went to jail. 😖😖

Just the launcher. As I said, I read the regs. 😉

Stephen Hawking warned about AI. Stephen Hawking!!

Including pants.

Personal weapons were not permitted. If they somehow made it over there’s almost zero chance they would make it back. A captured 1911 is still considered US property and would be seized. I brought back an SKS which was permitted if you had the proper paperwork fir it. It had to be registered by the Provost Marshal. Many guys had their trophies taken away because they didn’t get them registered. Along with my SKS and some other items, I attempted to register an RPG! I thought it would make a great lamp. “Oh no Sir. You can’t take that” said the E6 at the desk. But I was prepared. “Sargent”, I said, “The regulations prohibit ammunition, explosive ordnance, fully automatic weapons, and crew served weapons” He nodded as I recited the regs. ”But this, my fine fellow”, I said, “is a shoulder fired, single shot, individually operated infantry weapon. And therefore permitted” He looked at me and went to get his lieutenant. I repeated my rehearsed spiel to the non-CIB wearing MP butter bar in calming dulcet tones guaranteed to quash any objection. He looked uncertain. Then he executed a somewhat wavery about face and disappeared into the inner sanctum of the bosses office. A few moments later, a major, the Deputy Provost Marshal hisself emerged. “Rats. Outranked!“, I muttered. He looked over the paperwork and before I spoke grinned broadly and said, “There’s no fucking way you're taking this home. Nice try though”. “Well, I took a shot”, I said. No pun intended. I gathered up my trinkets and headed back to the battalion. It would have made a great lamp. I wish I would have taken a pic. I considered registering my NVA bicycle from the Ho Chi Minh Trail but I didn’t think it would fit in my duffle bag.

Unsharpened means the blade was not re sharpened since it left the maker/factory. No knives are sold totally unsharpened.

Well, I’m all dressed up with no place to go. I was supposed to go to an open mic poetry thing tonight but they cancelled it. I reckon oll the couple were out to dinner or home playin slap and tickle. So here’s a little one for all you valentine folks. A Cowgirl's Eyes Look at those eyes, pard, just look at them now. They’re dark and mysterious but also somehow They’re laughing and happy and full of such joy That you might think at first it’s some clever girl ploy But there ain’t no deception I’ll tell ya that true Whether they’re dark pools or mountain lake blue They can flash like a storm that’s about to break bad Whenever she’s fired up and puts on her mad They’ll leak a bit sometimes if she’s sad for her man But they’ll leak when she’s happy. That, I don’t understand! They’ll sparkle like diamonds in brilliant moonlight And they’ll shine like a sunrise when she’s filled with delight If you’re lucky, then someday a pair of those eyes Will capture your heart, much to your dumb surprise They’ll be deep and as big as the heavens above 'Cause a cowgirl's eyes hold a whole world full of love.

This is why you train with what you carry.

And speaking of explosives, in my misspent youth, I blew many things up. I have a photo somewhere of a 55 Pontiac being treated to 5 pounds of a c-4 dust initiator charge with 5 gallons of gasoline fo extra color. FT Devens Demolition range. April 1969. 😆

We’ll assume, and maybe we shouldn't, that he accurately cut the fuze for a sufficient time to get clear of the ignition. We’ll also assume that he is not pa member of any legitimate space exploration agency,

It’s in the mail, guys.

I should be so lucky!