Who nailed a tank with a rocket launcher, and became soldier-qualified?

This guy. B3

I got back to the city and took my first shower in a week this afternoon. Holy fuck, running water and heating are godsends. That week was intense. I marched through deep snow, pushing a sled full of supplies, wearing my full-fighting order, and carrying my rucksack. That was the most physically-demanding thing I've ever done. I slept for about two hours every day, and not in a continuous session—usually in my sleeping bag, but sometimes out in the field, and once even standing up, haha. I woke up shivering every morning—it even rained one day, in the winter! My optical sight had a layer of ice caked on it!

It was hard work, but it wasn't all bad. I got to use two machine guns, and I was pretty accurate with them. I knocked a target on its ass with a hand grenade. Best of all, I got to fire three M72 rockets. That was awesome! A lot of our instructors hadn't even fired any of those. Some of the best times I had, though, were just chilling in the trench, joking with a buddy, while keeping an eye out for opfor.

Man, I became sleepfucked at a couple of points. I remember having racked out for about an hour-and-a-half, when the stand to alarm was called. You've heard of sleepwalking? I pretty much sleep-ran to my trench. I didn't go straight there though; I was so out of it, I had my gear half-assedly thrown on, and I started going down the wrong path at first, before realizing it and booking it to my trench, where I fell down into deep snow four times on the way. Only when I got there, did I start to wake up and think consciously again. Not my smoothest moment, haha. I was also hallucinating a bit from the sleep-deprivation, like most people were, although some of them were in a zombie state, or just flat-out trippin'.

Those trenches, by the way, had to be dug through feet of frozen dirt. We chipped at it all night with pick axes and shovels, and only managed to get about a foot down. After about three feet, however, the sand was softer, making it relatively easier.

But hey, I'm getting the hang of sleep-deprivation thing. I pulled through the days with minimal rest, and got accustomed to walking long distances over challenging terrain while carrying heavy weights. I came home looking a little more rugged and toned.

The end of the ex was nutty. At that point, we got into a firefight with the opfor, in the middle of the night, that lasted for over two hours. I put a few hundred rounds through my C7, and my fireteam partner put over a thousand through his C9. We even got reinforced by a cool MP from the rear guard, who brought his own C7 to the fray, and started bombing mags for us when we were running low. Opfor were coming over the hills, artiesims were blowing shit up all around me, paraflares were being shot to light up the night, and I even tossed a couple of smoke grenades to make a smokescreen for a casualty extraction. It was awesome!

I am so glad to be home though. I got a lot to do here, starting with a good night's rest.

Hooah.