Week 8, I think. I lost count.

I have to share an excerpt from the oh-so-uncalled-for reflections to range.

If IMT reminds us of a computer game, then live range should remind us of another part of our previous life – girls. So volatile and so very dangerous are these live rounds, and so unpredictable when it comes to (mal)functioning (or PMS-ing), they’re a match for the female species’ capricious nature. In fact, not even the don juans and cassanovas in our platoon could handle those magazines that choose to play hard-to-get. Simply put, we were screwed over by luck (incidentally also a lady).

It's amazing how pointless tedium can evolve into mindless pratter.