Getting Old – Getting Weak
Recently I had my hands on a M-1 Garand, a weapon I qualified Expert in 1963 Army Basic trailing. Automatically opening the bolt the Army approved way; I didn’t have the hand strength. That shocked me. Back in the day I spun one around like it was a toothpick. Now I felt the weight.
I still exercise but obviously not enough.
In my youth I was great at spotting game. In my dotage, porta-pottys.
I’ve been under the weather for about a week. Nothing serious, just a winter chest cold.
Still Have Youthful Skills
As always, YMMV
6 comments:
Sigh... Yeah, we're not 21, or even 41 anymore... Those 'skills' may still be there, but our ability to DO them is...less than predictable.
HAH! Now I know where the cold I'm fighting off came from!
Didn't know I had it when I visited - sorry.
Yes! I remember the days of (almost) setting the truck on a jack to change the tire.
In '66 my piece was the M-14. Similar in most ways, I think, except it wouldn't attack your thumb.
I've changed the words to "Old Rockin' Chair's Got Me". Now it's my recliner.
Carried a M-14 in Germany. Mine was a Springfield and junk. It was accurate but prone to jamming, overheating, and the stocks had a nasty habit of breaking at the pistol grip. M-14s made by other manufacturers seemed to be better. Lucky, I guess, but never had a M-1 thumb.
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