Sorry for being a D!*k. I'm dumb.

 If there is one thing that BMS teaches you, it is humility. Time also helps teach that lesson, but BMS is good at accelerating the process. I have been excited to the point of being, well, obnoxious. I was feeding into what it was like in my youth, when everyone around me was doing the same obnoxious shit. My friends still do that, and frankly, it's not something I really intend on curbing. I shan't be curbing my enthusiasm either. 

When I was younger, I was interested in doing nothing but living history. Do you want to talk PEAK-level nerding the hell out? I invested every dime and every second of my spare time in that hobby. Nothing made me happier than dressing up and putting on dog and pony shows to get people excited, like I am, about history. 

I would see people from all walks of life from all over the world, and boy, I liked to pick obscure and weird eras of history to get involved with. The 7th Infantry Division in Panama in 1989 and the 2nd Armored Division during the limited skirmish in the Gulf, which was known as the Persian Gulf War—the mother of all battles. We did events as the 15th Scottish Division, slept in Trenches as Americans attached to the BEF, waded through swamps as combat signal men, and even duked it out with some pesky Krauts that thought we, 82nd Airborne Military Policemen guarding a checkpoint, were infantry. 

I have since moved away from that, and my friends continue to double down on obscurity. I love it and envy that I cannot play dress up with them and get blisters on my feet and fat on my liver. It is an honored pastime to get drunk and pee outside in the reenacting community. 

To say I was obsessed with it would have been an understatement. I loved it so much that I got to do it as a job. I called it "pre-enacting," but I was playing opposing force for the Army as a contractor. I got to dress up, run around the woods, shooting blanks at soldiers preparing to go to the actual war. I played Taliban and local guerrillas in a never-ending battle against Communism and oppression. FREE PINELAND! 

So once you have had a gun battle with real soldiers in a Wal-Mart parking lot, you tend to cool off on doing it for free, in the woods, in less comfortable clothes, and with less automatic weapons. I still went to events, but they did not feel the same. 

Here I am now evolving from BMS the hyperfixation to BMS the hobby. I joked and insisted, then lived out making BMS my entire personality. It still is, I am just gonna remember not everyone fucking cares. Most don't and probably find it annoying. 

I want more people to enjoy BMS so it gets more support. Its for my own selfish reasons, but doggone it I want Falcon 5 or more to the point, BMS 5. I just showed up to the party and I am freaking psyched. Its the most fun I have had since my reenacting days. So much so I feel a drive to do things similarly. 

I have found a great group of folks, some old and some new, who have taken a shine to BMS similar to my own. I have always wanted a squadron, and one has magically formed before me. The friends that I have tried to convince to follow me into the dark, the BMS, have declined to form up. That used to bum me out so much that I didn't even see the party happening. 

So I am just gonna play the game, be happy, enjoy it, and sometimes make a video or post a blog. I like to have a platform to show off how much fun we are having. That should really be enough to get people involved. I don't need to go on sub-reddits and pick fights with other people, even in jest. Fuck I even like DCS, it just needs to figure out what it wants to be when it grows up. 

Obviously AI art is evil but fake art for a fake squadron

"So yeah, play the game if it is your thing. It sure as shit is mine." Lt. Cutthroat Trout- Lifetime Snacko for the Bingo Banditos.