Wrong, the time of my nsf life. Note, both things are very different.

Anyway, I had imt and range, clearing the second year shooting criteria. I never expected it to be so enjoyable because at the back of my head, there is always a reminder that I have to be the chamber safety specialist. Brings me to my point that the conducting officer is fucked-up. A shooter have to double as the chamber safety specialist. Poor organisation. I can't stand the planning and planner. Urgh.

Hello mr officer, rank does not overrule everything.

Back to the topic, imt and range. Imt was so fun because we got the highest score as a detail. Made up of five sergeants and one lance corporal. The lance corporal was so funny. Hahhaha. No rules man. And then we boast so much that we screwed up for range the next day. What a joke.

I don't understand why I was so bobo this time. I never had problems with shooting until last week. Hey, I was marksman for the atp (combat) okay. The one with hard plate, soft plate and all the load, complete with the rundown from 300m to 200m to 100m then 50m. Marksman for that and when its combat shoot (service) this year, I screwed up so badly. I think because the standard required dropped and I just don't give a damn. Oops. I'm just contented I didn't fail though. $200 flew out from my hands but I don't really regret. What's wrong with me?

One part of the shoot, we have to shoot at 50m from the target. The first target was figure 11, the life-sized target. I missed it and started laughing. Ended up I missed most of my shots for that part. It was really hilarious, but you get me now? I don't understand why I became a bobo shooter.

But the more important part was that we sat down and spent the day talking nonsense. Me with the other nsfs. First time we didn't have different things to do, different places to run to. We didn't have different things in mind and we didn't talk about work and complain how much it sucked. We didn't had to try to understand how tough the other third sergeants had it because our attempts often fail.

It was the first time being able to talk about something we had in common, or at least, something we understood, things 20-year-olds talk about. At my usual day at work, I am working with a 61 year old dxo (He is a very interesting person though. Listens to 987 and starts his messages with 'yo' if the messages are not sent during office hours.), my 46 year old warrant officer (Nothing to comment about him.), my 36 year old captain, one master sergeant and one staff sergeant, both at 26 year old. Note their age and imagine the things they tell me. Most of the time I just smiled back because I have nothing to reply with. (-_-)

And I have to behave a certain way, to appear the role I am thrown into. Not fun at all. Its not my style and I don't like the system in the whole organisation. But on both days, I just relaxed and didn't have to help call this person, find that person and assist in everything the regulars are supposed to do. I still don't understand the system where regulars throw the things they don't like or don't want to do to nsfs. Is it because nsfs have no one to throw to and therefore have to do it, whether reluctant or not. Why is it that regulars can bully nsfs all the time? Mind you, regulars chose these outfield and mud as their careers and they don't like to do it. Joke.

So yup, that day I behaved in my usual self and it felt so good. Its like the nsfs gather together and there was no regulars to make our life terrible for that two days. It was one of the better times I am sure I am going to have out of these two years. I hope everyday could be just as fun and enjoyable.