Ok, so I know I've been slippin' on the photos, I apologize. Please understand that my upload capability is 1-4 kbps, yes, 10+ times slower than dial-up. Therefore, I get frustrated that I can't get the ones I want out to you all because I take so many.
None-the-less, below are five more pics from when I was in Columbia, South Carolina. This is where we went through combat training taught by the Army. Some of the things we did were fun, but it was RIDICULOUSLY hot there, and solidified my reasoning for not moving to the south in a few years.
This is a picture of I think the second or third day, where we got to stand outside and wait, then we waited some more, and after that, we got to wait, just before waiting, and then go to go get our gear (i.e. gloves, body armor, helmet, tactical googles, Gerber, etc.)

Here's a pic of me putting on my body armor after firing the M-16 from the prone position (that's laying down). This was performed at least 9 times a day, constantly taking off & putting on the gear, mostly to get us accustomed to wearing it, and removing it or donning (putting it on) expeditiously if the need arise. By the way, the gear is 60+ lbs.

This machine here was kinda cool, until it was my turn to get inside. It's basically the cab of a humvee on a rotisserie, and we get inside, wearing all of our gear, and the rotate it to the angle that a humvee can remain driving, then the second angle it the critical angle at which you need to prepare yourself for a rollover, and then the flip it upside down. Once inverted, you have to use one hand on the ceiling to support your wait while you unbuckle your seatbelt so you can escape. LESSON LEARNED: if you do not tuck your chin inside your IBA (60 lb. body armor), when you release the seat belt, it will immediately fall on your throat and choke you. Yes, this happened to me, TWICE. We had to go through both as a passenger in the back, and either the driver or navigator. The two seats up front were the worst, because there is much less room, and therefore harder to get in, let alone out. So, like I said, I had to escape while being choked out by my IBA, figure out where the door lock was, open it, and somehow finagle myself out of the cab. When I was getting choked out, I started to panic, but told myself, if you can't breathe, you can't speak, and so it's up to you & only you to get yourself out, and then I was able to make it happen. Of course there were safety observers outside the cab for those who couldn't handle the pressure.

This is a passenger transport that is used in combat, bulletproof, heavy duty, etc. It pretty much speaks for itself. I believe it can carry 14 passengers, but don't quote me on that.
And here's me "driving" the carrier.
Now I can sleep tonight knowing that I have finally posted some new pics. I will make a better effort to post more, as I have a slew of pics to do with.