My wife met me when I was a Corporal of Marines, without a pot to p1ss in or a window to throw it out of, and stuck with me, smiling all the while, through all the fun the military offers.
She is a Berkeley educated, Southern California raised sweetheart, and I turned her left-leaning mind around to the dark side. She said to me about a year ago, "You know, we should buy a couple of ARs and some magazines and ammo and bury them out at Ron's place." I actually got a little tear in the corner of my eye.
This past weekend, I took her to a pistol training course and she really made me proud.
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Notice how she's already back on target, and the expended shell is just above her pistol? That's my baby.
Jarhead out.