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Today we salute you, Mr. Unappreciated and Uncredited Spotter Guy.
(~*Mr. Unappreciated and Uncredited Spotter Guy!*~)
Any 12 year old can put the crosshairs on the target. But YOU put the math on the crosshairs, and tell your buddy how to make the clicky adjustments of doom.
(~*Which cargo pocket did I put my TI-89 in?*~)
You do trigonometry in your sleep, calculate windage and distance just by feeling the wind on your eyeball, and routinely make the Coriolis Effect your bitch!
(~*Wicked windy, super far, a buncha mils, send it!"*~)
And do you get mentioned in a single article about the extreme-distance shots, or how hard it is to do ballistics math on a battlefield? Of course not.
(~*They all think "there's an Aaaaapp for that"!*~)
So crack open an ice cold Bud Light, oh Sheldon Cooper of the infantry. Because why get all the girls, glory, and news attention, when you can carry the 1 for your buddy...
(~*Mr. Unappreciated and Uncredited Spottttter Guyyyyy!*~)
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She’s built like a Steakhouse, but she handles like a Bistro.
Let's kick the tires, and light the fires.... SHIT! FIRE! EMERGENCY CHECKLIST!
All things in their time ... the Green Card first, then the job.
I used to be no slouch when it came to laying down highly accurate fire on a designated target, and you wouldn't have wanted to have been the subject of a valid fire order, but the sniper teams live in another world of excellence with respect to their craft.
The spotter is a super-important member of the sniper team ... and I'm glad to see them getting the AvCanada attention they deserve. Doing a four inch group of ten shots at 1,000 yards is quite a talent.
That article on nailing two Taliban machine gunners form a mile and a quarter away was excellent.
Yeah, I used to be pretty good with a .22 back in the day. 12 gauge shotgun shells stood no chance against me at at 25 yards. I always knew to aim below and slightly to the right and whether it was a result of the poor sighting or my 'technique' the bullets would go where I wanted them to.
But my passion is more big guns. The kind where you dial in an address and send over a shower of steel that nothing can survive. I got goosebumps being in the fire control room of the USS Missouri, wondering what kind of destruction was unleashed from it in places like Okinawa, Korea, and Iraq.
They need a job more than a green card these days 
