The Reaper
05-22-2004, 13:14
In keeping with echoes' thread, lest some think we hate everything, here is an extended list of what I like.
Other SF guys, feel free to add on, it is long, but not all-inclusive.
TR
I like the satisfaction of a difficult job well done.
I like SF NCOs who do the job before I even realized that it needed to be done.
I like the feeling of getting back to base with the mission accomplished and everyone safe, of sitting down with a cooler of ice cold beer to swap lies and tell stories while we clean weapons and turn-in gear.
I like being able to tell my people to take off early on a Friday afternoon.
I like the camaraderie of a Friday afternoon in the sun on the deck of the GB Club.
I like watching the last round of a tight group settle down into the center of the pattern.
I like knowing that I could just grab a bag, hop on my bike, and ride to the other side of this great country, just because I decide I want to.
I like the mellow, smooth burn of a fine bottle of whiskey, and a warm fire to sip it by.
I like the taste and smell of a good hand rolled cigar, and the occasion that prompted its burning.
I like going 10 for 10, with 10x's.
I like the way a sharp knife cuts cleanly and effortlessly, like the material being cut is separating in anticipation ahead of the blade.
I like good manners, giving and getting respect.
I like my kids climbing into my lap, telling bedtime stories, and tucking them in with endless kisses and hugs.
I like John Wayne movies, and happy endings where the bad guy gets what is coming to him, the hero rides into the sunset with the girl.
I like the smell of a new car, the smoothness and perfection of it.
I like it when my son hits a home run, or my daughter wins a prize.
I like standing on the ramp at five miles above the earth, loaded for bear, and when the jumpmaster points, stepping off into the void like a commuter steps off the curb.
I like landing with just the right amount of wind (and luck) to stomp the marker in the center of the pit.
I like watching my team win a close game.
I like it when a pretty girl smiles at me.
I like it when a vet sees me in uniform, and nods, and we share a secret bond of brotherhood.
I like it when people say "Thank you".
I like sunsets at the beach.
I like it when my wife pats me on the back, and says, "I still love you".
I like taking my family to the State Fair on a crisp autumn day.
I like the feeling of a fresh haircut and a shave.
I like watching the leaves change in the Smokies.
I like grilling out, and homemade ice cream.
I like football games in the fall.
I like puppies, their look, their love, their curiosity, and their clumsiness.
I like being able to say, win or lose, that I did my best, and didn't let anyone down.
I like it when people speak the truth, whether it is PC or not.
I like the smell of freshly mown grass, with a cold one in my hand.
I like hearing someone say, no one can do that, and doing it.
I like it when the media, on that millionth try, finally gets it right and tells the true story without any embellishment. Thank you Joe Galloway for that, BTW.
I like it when the team is in a tight spot, and the coach looks for me.
I like the feeling of a 1911 in my hand, the feeling an M-4 at the ready, and the feeling of a short barreled shotgun in my hands at the door, ready to breach. Ready, READY....
I like the sound and feel of a Harley getting into its powerband, turning the back tire into smoke and dust, rounding a sweeper and dragging the boards (or the pegs, or better yet, a knee), watching the speedo hit triple digits and the wind hitting you like a fist as you get up to the limit.
I like the feeling of spending a long time calculating and placing just the right amount of demo, counting down, the crack at the "Zero" mark, the sight of the target going where you planned for it to go.
I like the feel of a mini-gun in my hands, getting up to speed on the High Rate and watching the one tracer in five go to a solid visible red line.
I like the smell of leather and gun oil, and the feeling of a well worn jacket, or chair, or holster.
I like coming out of the holster a fraction of a second before the other guy, and putting the bullet where you intended it to go, every time, time after time, after time.
I like taking broken things apart, figuring out how they work, fixing them, and putting them back together.
I like the rumbling sound of a well-tuned, cammed up, big block V-8, with unbaffled mufflers.
I like belt-fed weapons (actually, most Class III stuff).
I like knowing who my family was, where they came from, and what they did.
I like knowing that while my country is not perfect, it is the best in the world from my perspective, and is always trying to be better.
Other SF guys, feel free to add on, it is long, but not all-inclusive.
TR
I like the satisfaction of a difficult job well done.
I like SF NCOs who do the job before I even realized that it needed to be done.
I like the feeling of getting back to base with the mission accomplished and everyone safe, of sitting down with a cooler of ice cold beer to swap lies and tell stories while we clean weapons and turn-in gear.
I like being able to tell my people to take off early on a Friday afternoon.
I like the camaraderie of a Friday afternoon in the sun on the deck of the GB Club.
I like watching the last round of a tight group settle down into the center of the pattern.
I like knowing that I could just grab a bag, hop on my bike, and ride to the other side of this great country, just because I decide I want to.
I like the mellow, smooth burn of a fine bottle of whiskey, and a warm fire to sip it by.
I like the taste and smell of a good hand rolled cigar, and the occasion that prompted its burning.
I like going 10 for 10, with 10x's.
I like the way a sharp knife cuts cleanly and effortlessly, like the material being cut is separating in anticipation ahead of the blade.
I like good manners, giving and getting respect.
I like my kids climbing into my lap, telling bedtime stories, and tucking them in with endless kisses and hugs.
I like John Wayne movies, and happy endings where the bad guy gets what is coming to him, the hero rides into the sunset with the girl.
I like the smell of a new car, the smoothness and perfection of it.
I like it when my son hits a home run, or my daughter wins a prize.
I like standing on the ramp at five miles above the earth, loaded for bear, and when the jumpmaster points, stepping off into the void like a commuter steps off the curb.
I like landing with just the right amount of wind (and luck) to stomp the marker in the center of the pit.
I like watching my team win a close game.
I like it when a pretty girl smiles at me.
I like it when a vet sees me in uniform, and nods, and we share a secret bond of brotherhood.
I like it when people say "Thank you".
I like sunsets at the beach.
I like it when my wife pats me on the back, and says, "I still love you".
I like taking my family to the State Fair on a crisp autumn day.
I like the feeling of a fresh haircut and a shave.
I like watching the leaves change in the Smokies.
I like grilling out, and homemade ice cream.
I like football games in the fall.
I like puppies, their look, their love, their curiosity, and their clumsiness.
I like being able to say, win or lose, that I did my best, and didn't let anyone down.
I like it when people speak the truth, whether it is PC or not.
I like the smell of freshly mown grass, with a cold one in my hand.
I like hearing someone say, no one can do that, and doing it.
I like it when the media, on that millionth try, finally gets it right and tells the true story without any embellishment. Thank you Joe Galloway for that, BTW.
I like it when the team is in a tight spot, and the coach looks for me.
I like the feeling of a 1911 in my hand, the feeling an M-4 at the ready, and the feeling of a short barreled shotgun in my hands at the door, ready to breach. Ready, READY....
I like the sound and feel of a Harley getting into its powerband, turning the back tire into smoke and dust, rounding a sweeper and dragging the boards (or the pegs, or better yet, a knee), watching the speedo hit triple digits and the wind hitting you like a fist as you get up to the limit.
I like the feeling of spending a long time calculating and placing just the right amount of demo, counting down, the crack at the "Zero" mark, the sight of the target going where you planned for it to go.
I like the feel of a mini-gun in my hands, getting up to speed on the High Rate and watching the one tracer in five go to a solid visible red line.
I like the smell of leather and gun oil, and the feeling of a well worn jacket, or chair, or holster.
I like coming out of the holster a fraction of a second before the other guy, and putting the bullet where you intended it to go, every time, time after time, after time.
I like taking broken things apart, figuring out how they work, fixing them, and putting them back together.
I like the rumbling sound of a well-tuned, cammed up, big block V-8, with unbaffled mufflers.
I like belt-fed weapons (actually, most Class III stuff).
I like knowing who my family was, where they came from, and what they did.
I like knowing that while my country is not perfect, it is the best in the world from my perspective, and is always trying to be better.