Kevin took one last swig of his beer, his face going sour at those final few drops warm on the tongue. "Aww hell." He cursed chucking down the bottle and standing up, flipping his rifle on safe and stuffing it back in his gun bag. He noticed a few of the soldiers in the base were finally getting their lazy asses in gear, but you couldn't blame Kevin for being an early riser. Hell, his paw was always dragging his ass out of bed at 0-500 just to shoot some whitetail bucks. Likewise, he hasn't had much sleep after his last outing, six damn days on top of a dad-gum mountain and he didn't fire a single shot. Well, lucky he didn't cause there were no hajis firing on him or his buddies. Slinging the rifle bag over his shoulder, the gunny swaggered over to the others, chimin' in, "Y'all say huntin'? This boy's ready to go." He looked over at Kenny, giving her a little coon smile, "Howdy." Then he turned to the captain, giving a salute, "Weapon inspection complete, sir. She's as clean as a whistle."