Posted: 12/6/2001 1:23:12 PM EDT
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~ Ode to SHTF ~ We all got a plan till the SHTF and our predictions are all wiped clean, When all we've assumed comes out wrong and we're doomed to learn the true depth of "unforseen". While you sit at the bench with a smug little stench and a subMOA to admire, Should the target you see become mobile and free and with glee return intense fire, Would you still have it in you to calmly continue with no rangermaster to call a 'cease fire' ? If such were the case, that for you mobs now chase, for a Reginald Denny reprise, Would your tack-driver aim be lean or be lame, while you're gasping and humpin' supplies. Would you curse every day that you fretted away stacking 30 round mags to the hips, Till you had so many clips of full metal tips, that to move half a mile took all day? Or would you dig in and chuckle and grin while the enemy plotted and planned, Then out of your den you storm gun in hand, but go down like Butch and The Kid? Be part of a group or a squad or a band of brothers you know like the back of your hand. Train as a team and stay lean and mean, to rally and defend your own land. Don't sweat what you choose you probably won't lose with ARs, AKs or FNs. Just take your best gun and be ready to run when to sh!t go your delicate plans. [:D] |