Fear and Loathing the 518, #4

Ricky operates the Megan Fox HMG, somewhere on the beach at Invasion of Normandy 2009, Skirmish, PA.
Pic by Assistant Gunner, BennyT

"Sure people had their games. Baseball, football, fucking tennis. But our game was different. 'It was a classic affirmation of everything right and true and decent in the national character. It was a gross, physical salute to the fantastic possibilities of life in this country—but only for those with true grit. And we were chock full of that.You didn't need to look hard for it either, standing in those gawdawful deathtrap landingcraft, hearing the steady chant rise to a crescendo in your ears.

Even football was over in a few hours. This was the first 15 minutes of the next 48 hours, and sure, no 300lb mother uhcker was gonna plant you in the ground when that gate dropped, but there were 2000 amped up freaks in the woods with all manner of weaponry zoned in on your boat. And as soon as that ramp went down, you knew you were in for it. And you still checked your gear and went for it. That was grit. And maybe, if you were lucky, when you were pinned down behind your machinegun 30 minutes later, you'd have a chance to capture that feeling in a picture, while the white rounds snapped over your head and there was just enough room behind the ammo/extra airtank bag to get off a photo. A photo that said, This sucks, This hurts, but it f***ing rocks. - Fear & Loathing in the 518