This Just Happened

It's a feeling like no other. Squeezing the trigger in the hopes that it hits it's mark. I don't mean a target, center mass, silhouette shooting. I mean when your target is another living human being. You look down your sights and actually see the inhale and exhale of another, who breaths just as you do. Your eyes begin to waiver, your palms begin to sweat, and for one brief moment you forget what you are there for. This is absolutely not the time to question your purpose, although it happens regardless. A terrible mental state to be in when in combat. Because the enemy may not be questioning any of the existential gobbidy gook that has hindered you from doing what you have spent the last 3 years training to do. Boom, like that you're dead, because YOU STOPPED TO THINK ABOUT IT!

War is not a play ground, and or a sand box where you show a girl your knickers. You play for keeps. When I came to that realization I cried like a fucking baby. No joke. Hmmmm, I might not go home on leave and fuck Julie like I been dreaming about since I got out of boot camp. I might actually leave here in a body bag and get that 21 gun salute. So I better get my head on straight, my eyes on the target, palms dry, and my trigger finger ready. Shoot to, guess what.... kill. End life. Otherwise it might be mine that is taken.

I don't know where I'm going or how I started on this morbid rant. I'm gonna guess it has something to do with the COVID. Mortality is not something we like to, or address very often. But I have, and it was eye opening and it scared the shit out of me. However, it did help me in a lot of ways. Death is not what actually scares me. It's not living that does. So I like to keep my head on a swivel and my trigger finger ready for whatever life may thro at me. Good or bad. Stay frosty

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Going Fast, When You Know You Can

I love it! I know that there are no young kids that read this but however I would like to speak to them nonetheless. It's 10:45 at night and I pull up to a light next to this big dully truck with a couple of kids in the cab. We proceed to go thru the light, they do it quite aggressively. Mind you, I'm driving a Q5 Audi with a little juice. We get to the next light and I can feel these kids eye balls staring at me. Light turns green and I allow them to get there pubescent testosterone out and let them pull off the line in front of me. Either they got cocky or were drunk because they start to go in and out of my lane. No, no children. I wait for my them to bank to there left one more time so I can squeeze in my appropriate lane and give them a nice glance over, and make sure they see me. He stomps on the gas and lets his behemoth of a truck roar. I grin as I ease on the gas and gradually push the pedal to the floor. The turbo kicks in and my head snaps back slightly as the whir of the finely tuned engine jumps into action as I watch which was once two high school kids dully's headlights turn into small dots in my rearview. Thanks kids, the Audi does need to occasionally put in work to remind her she is an Audi, as I need a reminder I can still go fast.

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