I’m still checking in on that wingnut gun nut site, and they continue to believe I was lying about my service because I carried a .45. Apparently, the kerning states that everyone carried 9mm’s at the time. So I just imagined carrying it, qualifying on it, breaking it down and using clp to clean it, doing nightly sensitive items checks to make sure we had our weapons and night vision goggles, etc., having it dig into my chest while sleeping in the tank, and the lanyard attached to me and the weapon.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not upset or angry, I’m laughing at these maroons. The best part of the whole thing is I was a fucking TANKER. The .45 was little more than a pain in the ass for me, nothing more than some other shit I had to keep track of all the god damned time and a holster that was always getting caught on stuff in the close confines of an M1A1. I mean, if the enemy defeated the 120 mm smooth bore, the TC’s .50 cal, the loaders 240, and the gunners 240, then our shit was so in the fucking wind that the .45 would have been no help anyway. It’s really quite hysterical, especially since I was on the CO’s tank, and the only damned thing he cared about was the radio. We could be upside down, on fire, but if the radio was working and Black Six was in touch with the scout platoons, the armor platoons, the mortar platoon, and red leg, that was all he fucking cared about. I can still hear him today- “If you don’t weigh 200 lbs, you are nothing but a big woman” and “clean the v-pacs (the air filters, which you had to bang out bout 5 times a day or more in the sandy climate), but check the radio first.”
These people have so lost the plot.