For the past two days, myself and a few others from our platoon have been uptraining for a funeral detail. As far as I know, there is no scheduled funerals, but if one comes up in the next two weeks, we're on call to do our part in the ceremony.
I'm part of the rifle team, you know, the guys in Class A's that fire the three shot volley? Yeah, that's me. The training is very repetitive, and we shoot blanks without the adapters on the end of our barrels, so after each shot we have to manually chamber another. Another issue:
You see, I'm a tall scrawny bastard. We don't have M16s, we have M4s, which are shorter. So standing at attention or parade rest with an M4 is nearly impossible for me. I have to bend my knees slightly and VERY slowly move my hand up on the barrel until the buttstock rests on the ground. I'm so terribly awkward, its almost amusing. The hell with Jarhead, watch me in action.