"We hit them and hit them hard. We can't walk down a back alley wearing armor and slinging enough gear that calls attention to our presence. Bet your guinea ass we asked then begged for pistols that would stand up to a back alley gunfight. There are not enough 1911s in country for everybody who wants one but the arms dealers know what we need and also know that if they sell us a piece of shit we'll find them. Nobody can carry rifles all the time when they've got the job we have. Some times yes, but don't dare tell me to hand my kids some piece of shit 16. Every fucking thing you had as a boot is what we need now, except for your flak jackets that sucked. You can't take a guy down then move to target number 2 then back to the first guy, then on to number 3 and so forth and so on. You need the fucker with his dick in the dirt and staying there. If they can't handle an M14 we don't want them standing next to us in the chow line. Go drive a truck or learn to type. I thank God we don't get too much of those. The Beretta is a wellmade handgun but I'd like to meet up with the pogue who believed that 9mm ball would do the deed. If you remember Luke he got his hands on a 10mm Glock, I can't remember the model but how is one box of ammo going to last? Thats enough of a problem too, getting a good pistol with whuppass then what, hoarding the rounds? Stupid fuck can't even practice with it but I wish we all had one. And fuck you and your paragraphs. Missy says hello and wants to know when we can get together when I rotate back to the world. She's been staying with her parents in (deleted) so we can hook up when I get back. Jack cracked the block on his Ford...."
Translations are available upon request. Suffice to say that some fellows aren't happy with some of the guns & ammo issued in the sandbox.
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