I dreamed last night that I got hired for a technical writing gig: To wit, writing a Field Manual for the military on the mounted drill for the M9 pistol.
I'm wondering if anyone in the Army has fired an M9 from horseback in anger? There is an outside chance, you know.
Anyhow, how I wound up with this gig I don't know, because technical writing really isn't my bag, baby. And I was getting all bogged down in nomenclature arguments about everything from pistol parts to horse tack.
This was obviously a very complex version of the basic "unpreparedness" dream where you have to give a book report but you're naked.