So when you get to a certain rank, there's things that are expected of you. Such as, performing duties to run a range.
So it's long hours, and everybody shows up after you, and leaves before you. But it's a range, and I get to shoot on the Army's dime. You win some, you lose some.
Although I would like to know when the Army thought I'd turned in to a responsible adult.
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When i was still working, my self description was, 12 yo with money in his pocket.
Being an adult can be tough
Growing old is mandatory. Growing up is optional.
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