School of Infantry

Well, its been quite some time since my last post. I have been pretty locked down since reporting to the School of Infantry at Camp Pendleton, but, I have finally gotten a chance to sit down and let you all know whats going on with me now.

I picked up with an Infantry Training Battalion about two weeks ago, I'm now a Bravo Company Marine. This past week has been pretty amazing, let me give a summary-

Monday-Hand grenades
Tuesday-M16s and Grenade launchers
Thursday-M249 SAW machine gun and AT-4 Rocket Launcher
Friday- Claymore Antipersonel Mines
Saturday- Night vision goggles and infrared laser sights.

You know how everyone has that list of things they HAVE to do before they die? Well, last week I knocked out about half of them. First things first. Ever pulled the pin on a live hand grenade with a kill radius of 15 meters, just to sit there and stare at it in your hands? That'll pucker up the old sphincter muscle pretty fast. Have you ever seen Scarface? You know, the part where Pacino comes out of the room with the M16 that has the grenade launcher underneath the barrel? "Say hellllloooo, to my lihhle fren'"??? Yeah, shot one of those too. Felt like Schwarzennegar in Predator. Then, I discovered that happiness comes in the form of a belt fed weapon. I found this as I was laying behind the SAW with 100 rounds of ammunition on a belt, spraying bullets down field at the rate of 200 per minute. *DEEP BREATH* And then the rocket launcher, you know, the bazooka. Yeah, the shoulder fired anti tank weapon that shoots an 18 inch, 84 millemeter rocket with a 440 grain warhead that can penetrate 14 inches of homogenous steel. Yeah, that arouses me too. Since they cost about $10,000 a piece our company only got to fire 6, and I was one of the lucky six out of 300. Then they put freakin' laser beams on our freakin' rifles, handed us night vision goggles and 50 founds of 5.56 for our M16s and turned the firing range into a freakin' Star Wars movie. Did I mention freakin' lasers?

Needless to say the training is awesome, but its super hard. We have to hike wherever we go, and that always includes our packs and gear, not to mention that someone has to carry all these weapons. When we went out on Tuesday it was pouring rain, I had my 65 pound pack, my rifle, helmet, and flak jacket, plus an AT-4 and M249 SAW, about 105 pounds of gear, but who's weighing? It's only going to get better from here. I cannot believe that Uncle Sam sends me a paycheck to do this stuff.

I'll post another update next week hopefully. Stay tuned.