Learning to be intimate with your wife.

Continued from Army Boy 1 

Week of getting our wifes. The M-16 5.56mm Assult Rifle.

Week number 3 or 4 into my BMT, I think. we had to get used to the gun before we were given it “ properly” in some shitty parade some days later.

So after lunch, we lined up. weeeeeee. we gonna collect our “wifes”.

The “ Armskote Room”. the armory. guns, important shit is kept in here. not the bullets of cos. that might blow up lol.

Of cos, we have already done fuk knows how many pushups. not in line? lets do another 20. slow by a few secs, or not when they shout, theres another 20.

Each one is given a butt number. this is your gun, this is your rifle for the whole time you are here. hmmm… a few more weeks than to go.

My turn. went forward. or-ci-fer looked at me, I mentioned my name I think. he took one unit off of the table, butt number said, and just passed me the thinge. hmm. not that heavy. I fell back into the platoon.

we were all sexcited. wowowo. an actual gun. not that i`ve never held one before. I have, and even shot a few rounds up in Phuket. AR-15 and AK47.

so wads this plastic thinge? we were told it’s the M-16 (ar-15?). without the forward assist which I used later on in NS.

really. it felt and looked like some plastic toy. the non shiny forward guard. the matt black shitty looking butt. the worn out grip. the not too great looking matt barrel. so many batches of green horns have used the same weapons. so many years. its all in shit shape.

We already had paper lessons on it. we told all about it. shown all about it. wad to do with it. how to hold it. where not to touch. all that stuff. but nothing can beat the feeling of holding it live.

we marched back to the bunks. thus the real lessons started. all the instructors were there. each section had their own. we broke up into groups and started on the real handling of said item.

all very exciting. and of course the normal punishment that follows. lol. that day itself, we did many many pushups.

evening came. time to hand in our hot chicks. we were thought the method. in line, shouting our our numbers. handing it in through the doorway. signing the paperwork, all done in a way that we will remember. gota be done yes? cant be in a mess doing important shit like that.

the next few days, we learned more on the toy. we wore all our number 4`s. no more PT kit like the first day. Basically, handling of it. striping it. putting it back together. Oiling it. cleaning it real good!

The day came when we were to “receive” the guns “formally”. They will be presented to us from our platoon commander. Under the fuking hot sun!

Whole school was there. alpha all the way to jaguar.

Each company broken down into platoons. all on the dam parade floor. why cant we do this under the shade? nvm.

All was done co currently. not to bad. if not we would have all dropped from heat stroke.

So i trussed out my arms, the oci-fer trussed into my hands my hot chick. ok darling. lets make love for the next 2 months shall we?

After that day, things heated up. 

How to carry it proper.

How to look after it.

How to march with it.

How to stand at attention with it.

How to stand “relaxed” with it.

How to walk in the fighting position with it.

How to lie down and aim it.

How to kneel down and aim with it.

How to be in a foxhole and shoot with it.

How to fix it when a bullet or two gets jammed in it.

How to not let the instructors steal it from you when you sleep.

How to place it in your locker.

How to load the empty magazine into it.

How to get from a running position into a shooting position on the floor without breaking your face.

How to sleep with it so it wont go “missing”.

How to stick the bayonet on it. How to get it off.

How to use it with the bayonet, like a spear, to open up your enemy’s stomach. or balls.

How to slam, leaveing an inprint of the rifle butt on your enemies face.

How not to lose the firing pin.

How not to lose any part of your wife.

How to take out the muzzle and put the blank attachment on. How not to lose that piece of shit too.

Did I miss out any? its been a long time.
many many push ups were done i might add.

One thing they did not teach us is how to fuk the weapons barrel.

While all this is going on, we also learned how to play with the hated “dummy rifle”. Piece of shit heavy fukin item. Blue rubber round some chee by heavy metal. And the hot sun. Boy did we hate it.

Rifle PT they called it.

“ that’s it gentlemen! hold it out for another 10 secs”

“ why did you drop it huh? knock it down 20 now”

“ who says you can let the barrel drop down? x02 times round the parade square.”

“ u don’t like to hold it right? nvm, hold above your head and round 3 times”

fuk we all hated it. lol. but hey, never did say it was easy. hate, yes, but still must do. imagine your forearms. your biceps. fuk, they became hard steel ! the gals gonna love it!

We did this many many days. We got to know the weapon well. very well.

Live rounds. now, that’s even more fun )) That’s a story for another day.

Link to Army Boy 1