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SoLiDUS · 07-30-2001, 06:27 AM

Time for a story kiddies ! Gather around !

It was a beautiful sunny day. For 6 weeks now, intense planning for our day of simulated warfare had culminated to this point : we were all ready, packed and focused, for the upcoming day that would change us forever... we would become men !

We slapped on our jackstraps (not I, for I was part of a family of hardnutz) and pooped before leaving for "camp".
As we arrived, the man explained to us we were entering a warzone, a place none of us would EVER forget (note: I still have trouble remembering the toilet emplacements).
We were issued a standard rifle and 100 rounds to use at our leisure : I thought "100 rounds, that's not much!", so I became a sniper.

The members were split, teams made. Friends would be in opposing groups and scared faces were now rampant. I looked up at the sky to see a bird fly about : he flew over gracefully with a certain sense of serenity, that is, until he got shot by someone calibrating his gun. All signs pointed to a required calibration : he didn't even come close to hitting our flying fellow.

NEXT, my 1st 4 hours !
AFTER, my afternoon / how I got smoked !

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SoLiDUS is Offline Senior Member Posts: 5,158 Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: Gatineau, Qc, Canada	07-30-2001, 06:27 AM Time for a story kiddies ! Gather around ! It was a beautiful sunny day. For 6 weeks now, intense planning for our day of simulated warfare had culminated to this point : we were all ready, packed and focused, for the upcoming day that would change us forever... we would become men ! We slapped on our jackstraps (not I, for I was part of a family of hardnutz) and pooped before leaving for "camp". As we arrived, the man explained to us we were entering a warzone, a place none of us would EVER forget (note: I still have trouble remembering the toilet emplacements). We were issued a standard rifle and 100 rounds to use at our leisure : I thought "100 rounds, that's not much!", so I became a sniper. The members were split, teams made. Friends would be in opposing groups and scared faces were now rampant. I looked up at the sky to see a bird fly about : he flew over gracefully with a certain sense of serenity, that is, until he got shot by someone calibrating his gun. All signs pointed to a required calibration : he didn't even come close to hitting our flying fellow. NEXT, my 1st 4 hours ! AFTER, my afternoon / how I got smoked !