Greetings and Salutations!
Had a ‘death in the clan’ recently.
No one from the immediate clan but nonetheless one of ‘mine’ so to speak. One of my Contracting Bros cashed in completely unexpectedly…
And I have to say… dude went out like a “True Grunt.”
“Bubba” as I shall refer to him was a retired Special Forces 18B Weapons Sergeant who I got to know via contracting, and then after when he semi-retired and stared working for GunGirl down at Ye Olde Tactical Weapons Armory. Now Bub was a good 20 years older than me, but hell-bent -for-leather hardcore.
Deaf as a post due to his MOS, he used to advise various Local National (Iraqi Police, or I.P.s) troops on ‘how to do shit’ as Special Forces are supposed to do
See, SF is a force multiplier
They are not supposed to be “Supercommandos”
Leave that shit to the Rangers, SEALs and DEVGRUP and Delta.
REAL SF are force multipliers
Meaning they train 10 locals to train 20 locals and so on and so on and next thing you know, you have a handy-dandy Insurgency Operation going on in the backyard of whatever country Israe……errrrr…sorry… The United States is pissed off at the time.
So Bub did that for about six years, (as a contractor after 25+ years active duty) got banged up even more than he should have, and semi-retired and got a job at GunGirls Casa.
Now this is the awesome part…
Apparently while on the job, he’d had a really bad case of heartburn. He told GunGirl he’d be in the next day, but damned if it wasn’t a sumbitch of a case… (you know where this’s going). The next day, Bub woke up, took some more antacid, and griped and bitched about the heartburn all day through an 8 hour shift, but continued mission (Charlie Miked) with no real issues. Bub was in his early 70s mind you, and known as a bit of an old school “back in my day” no bullshit kind of grumpy old 18B sort of dude, which is what I liked about him.
GunGirl got concerned as she told me, and told Bub to go get checked out.
Bubba’s answer was “I left my snivveling at the door… I’m not bleeding out from the eyes or asshole, so I’m Good To Go.”
He did the full shift.
He then went home, and passed peacefully in his sleep that night.
Motherfucker was having a two-full-day HEART ATTACK and brushed it off. Hard to the Motherfucking Core man. I am sure -wherever- he showed up to in the hereafter, whomever welcomed him in, be it St. Peter, Mike or Odin, ALL of them had to have said “You are the most hardcore and stubborn Grunt we got, c’mon in!”
May I pass in such a way.
When I found out, GunGirl, despite her DotMil background, was a bit taken aback when I heard the circumstances, as my reaction was sadness, but at the same time admiration and “Damn! THAT’S the way to go! Hardfuckingcoreness to the MAXX!!!” Truthfully I LOL’d as only another Grunt could… I mean DAMN bro! THIS IS THE WAY!
Hard to the Core Bro! May you enjoy Valhalla, Heaven or Wherever… Free Skies and Happiness, and I will see you again I hope.
But GunGirl?
She was Admin
What can you expect?
Also she’s a split…. so emotions and all that shytte…
Anyways…
So also, I’m starting a weekend and after the primary job working for her doing Gunsmithing AND sales, as she’s INSANELY Short staffed, so we’ll be having some guest articles and whatnot, and my posting will be a might short due to the extra $$$ needs be.
Even Sapper is going to work full time for her.
She’s that short staffed.
She’s thrilled with Sapper, notsomuch with me as she is a wee bit on the “You talk too much shit” with me… we’re cool, but I might surprise her.
Now then… Speaking of Gunsmithing:
Remember that Enfield I was trying like fuck to barrel?
The motherfucker that wouldn’t finally “seat”?
It ALSO had that HORRIBLE stock fracture that I needed a three week and multiplicity of fixes befor e I could move on?
Yeah…
THAT motherfucking one.
Well… the great news is a fren who shall remain nameless as he requested, who also has a first class mill and whatnot managed to ‘do the fix’ to the barrel (it looks like it needed a ‘shave’ to fit) and unfucked my issues (no Galling to the threads, thank God!) and got it mated up:
It’s headspaced out PERFECTLY!
(As I expected)
And Now?
It’s time for me to get back in the game so to speak, clean that magnificent bastard up, reblue everything, and refinish the wood, as I DID fix the cracked all to Hell stock and other pieces parts.
Pictures WILL be following.
Stay Tuned!
And the plus on this one is I bought the receiver for $50 USD… It’s Brit-Made in India but STILL Brit made receiver marked 1950 with a Aussie 1942 Barrel with a LOT of external pitting, but the bore is pristine which means it’s going to be a magnificent shooter.
I paid $149 for the donor wood demil’d rifle, and $325 for the barrel alone.
This is I hope going to be the high mark of my rebuilding Enfields.
As I said, Stay Tuned
So More Later
Big Country
And yeah, I’m avoiding the World War 3 we see blooming
In The Middle East. 10+ years of my life spent there, one marriage lost, two kids lost, and for a whole lot of nothing.
Fuck the Izzies AND their “Greater Izzyland”
They want it?
Let them fight for it.
Not our circus, not our monkeys.
Plus
Too many assholes with too many opinions online
I’ll keep my own counsel thankee very mucho…
Jes Sayin’
RIP for your friend. I read a story last week about a bunch of guys out west who were out hunting and got jumped by a grizzly bear. All were mauled up badly and ended up in the hospital. Storyteller was one of the guy’s daughters who was called and told “dad had an accident, he may not make it”. She hurried home and got to the hospital. He dad had recovered a little by then and he was the one who had ultimately killed the grizzly. Men from the town were paying homage, treating him like the hero that he was. Dad was loving the attention (but I’m guessing that it hurt like hell to laugh) Daughter could just not understand it at all. That’s because it was a “guy thing” that was beyond her comprehension. Story reminds me of your friend. Have a friend, retired MSG, who during his annual physical was told that he likely had a heart attack at some time in the previous year. His response? “Wow, that’s interesting!”