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In cool weather, I brought a personal jacket to wear—a North
Face—because, believe it or not, I had trouble convincing the supply
mafia to issue me cold-weather gear. But that’s a rant for a different
day.
I would stick my M-4 and ten mags (three hundred rounds) in the
front compartments of my web gear. I would also have my radio, some
lights, and my strobe in those pockets. (The strobe can be used at
night for rendezvousing with other units or aircraft, ships, boats,
whatever. It also can be used to identify friendly troops.)
If I had one of my sniper rifles with me, I would have some two
hundred rounds in my backpack. When I carried the Mk-11 instead of
the Win Mag or .338, then I wouldn’t bother carrying the M-4. In that
case, the sniper rounds would be in my web gear, closer at hand.
Rounding out my ammo were three mags for my pistol.
I wore Merrill high-top hiking boots. They were comfortable and
held up to the deployment.
GET UP, KYLE
About a month into my tour with the GROM, I was woken by a shake
on my shoulder.
I jumped upright in bed, ready to deck whoever had snuck into my
quarters.
“Hey, hey, it’s cool,” said the lieutenant commander who’d woken
me. He was a SEAL, and my boss. “I need you to get dressed and come
to my office.”