I was pretty anti-firearms in the hands of kids until I finally succumbed to the neighborhood social pasttime of playing "war". A. It's military housing. B. It's not like their father and most of their friends' fathers/mothers don't make a living by shooting things. C. I don't want them to be a bunch of pansies.
So when a friend's husband (Paygrade "O-6") made Charlie his own "MP44"-esque* weapon, who was I to deprive him?
The truly astounding thing is to witness how inate the instinct of gun-play is in boys. Charlie, a boy of few words, enthusiastically hollers "bam".
celebrating Iraqi National Soccer Team's latest victory from CONUS.
* Identification by Jack as a "German assault rifle". My point is made.

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