“What kind of g*n do you suppose that is?” Bill asked and motioned toward the instructor with his head.
“I’ve never seen anything like it before. Maybe it’s a VC g*n or something new we have to learn how to fire.”
Bill simply shrugged, “Makes sense to me.”
The 6 foot, 8 inch, and 260 pound instructor removed his black cap with his free hand, using the sleeve to wipe the sweat from his forehead. Moisture on his freshly shaven head glistened in the sunlight. After returning his cap, he smiled brightly to the class, exposing a gold cap on one front tooth.
“Gentlemen,” he began, “I am Staff Sergeant Jones, and now let me introduce you to the Russian-made AK-47 Assault Rifle. This little beauty is the primary weapon of your enemy.”
He held the rifle high in the air for all to see.
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