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Friday, May 22, 2009

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My last post wasn't an attempt to get a pat on the back. Really it was an attempt to vent. The whole thing left me bothered for really strange reasons. Part of which was that I smelled of baby puke the rest of the shift. Thanks for the well wishes though... I'm just glad someone I did CPR on finally lived.

In other news I finished a week on the range being trained to carry a Rifle. It was good training. In the Marine Corps we were trained well on the weapon system but it didn't go to far beyond the basics... there was some CQB drills, ambush drills, unknown distance course and of course there was the known distance course (great confidence knowing you can hit the target well at 500 yards). I'm sure if I was in the infantry I would have learned more but being a computer geek doesn't give you much time to play.

This course didn't work to much on the long distance since frankly law enforcement doesn't have much, if any, need to stop a target from 500 yards. This week focused on short range (they've grabbed your barrel) to medium range (school hallway distance).
It was good training but the more I think about the short distance stuff the more I realize that uniform will be done with... I thought I got some blood on me when I pulled the bloody guy from his vehicle... imagine the blow back when you fire at someone holding your barrel - close your mouth tight and pray you have glasses on, ewww...

This week while in training I stayed with The Girl Who Tolerates Me (TGWTM) who is also hosting a friend's cat. She had to go to work last night so I was there alone.
This morning she asked if the cat made any funny noises at night like loud meows and stuff. Initially I said no but then I thought about a dream I had and maybe it was the cat. I told TGWTM that I had a dream and this woman was screaming in it. TGWTM asked why a woman was screaming in my dream with a slightly jealous tone but she was relieved when I told her the woman was screaming because I had her in a thigh lock. Note: I've looked for a picture, video or instructions on the thigh lock to show that it is not a move done on a stripper pole but an unpleasant (for the locked) way to keep a person stuck to the ground... in short you use your shin across the side of a persons head and they remain pinned to the ground. Their spine gets locked out so they can't get any power from the torso. If applied properly their feet will flop once like a fish tail.
She was pleased with that answer, especially as we were walking into the DV Lowes.

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