![]() ![]() Halfway through our hellish final seven-day march, Michaud came under a viral attack. Unlike in the cartoons of my youth, it didn't make the previous lump disappear. ![]() Some unfortunate devils were hit on the same lump twice. Luckily, after our first morning on the range I was hit only once, and therefore only had one lump on my forehead. Several legionnaires had the entire stripped FAMAS body come down on them. The sound of steel crashing on bone was unnerving, especially for the man waiting after his FAMAS was found under par. Often he brought down the forearm-length steel legs of the FAMAS rifle on a legionnaire's head. When he found carbon in places where a genius would never think to look, he didn't simply use his fist. ![]() An already drunk Sergent Gagné warned that if our rifles were not spotlessly clean, the consequences would be grave. Though everyone enjoyed the mornings on the range, we dreaded what was to follow. ![]()
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