I had a gun dream last night. It wasn't one of those dreams where you have to pull your gun to defend yourself and it won't come out of the holster or every round has a malfunction of some sort.
This was actually a good dream.
I was back in basic training, and it was day one of Basic Rifle Marksmanship. But instead of handing me an M16A1 that was older than I was, the armorer was handing out the M41A pulse rifles from Aliens. I was going over the weapon, the trigger, the sights, the grenade launcher, when I looked at the selector switch.
It had three settings:
- Awwww Yeaaahhhhhh!
Too bad I woke up before we got to the range. I was looking forward to that.