Oops.

Rolling north, rolling south. Looking for a fight. That's what we were up to.

I think it was TIC number four of the day...

So we start taking fire, and I, happy as a fucking clown to lay the smackdown with my .50, go hot and press the trigger.

NOTHING!

FUUUCK!

Yank and release the charging handle!

BOOM!

Jam. Correct malfunction.

BOOM-BOOM!

Correct malfunction.

BOOM-BOOM-BOOM!

Shit sandwich. Head space had changed. I knew I should have test-fired.

Bullets are snapping by and the most casualty producing weapon we have authorization to use is down. Fuck it. I switch to my M4 and rest it on the turret. Faster than ever, I acquire a target on this shithead with an RPG and fire.

DING!

What the fuck! I actually grazed my chicken plate! Fuck! Reacquire and squeeze off another half mag, but I doubt I hit him. I was too pissed.

So there was another chance to confirm my own kill missed.

I was like the Three Stooges all at once.

Yeah, by the end of the day, D Co had 7 direct fire TICs, 4 indirect attacks, and 6 confirmed kills with (I think) 5 probable. I hope we don't do that again any time soon.