model 74

The AKS-74U was basically a second go at the AKMSU in the new 5.45x39mm chambering. This time, the lower-recoil nature of the smaller round made the project a success. The AKS-74U featured a 8" barrel (exactly half the length of the standard, rifle-length AK barrels) and the same hinging receiver cover as the AKMSU. The proprietary furniture also made a second appearance, and the underfolding stock was replaced with the side-folding model from the AKS-74 (and later models had the rear trunnion switched to accept ‘74M stocks). The AKS-74U also features a unique muzzle booster that would direct more gasses back into the weapon, improving its ability to cycle. This did produce more recoil than if a standard gas system were to be used, but not a hugely noticeable amount. That said, even though the lighter round was being used, the AKS-74U still had a fair amount of recoil to it, and it was very loud thanks to its short barrel and muzzle device. Because of these traits, the Russians often times refer to it simply as the “сучка” or “cyka” (pronounced “sushka” or “suka”) or “[little] bitch”.

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Finished my Mosin Nagant storage crate to cabinet conversion today. Didn’t work out exactly as I planned (mostly the racks that the Mosins come in when these are used for shipping) but it works for what I need it to do.

Ghosts of Ukraine

“Some time ago, I decided to go to Ukraine, to fight for my fellow ethnic Russians. I was a former infantry grunt in the Russian Ground Forces and have taken up a volunteer position as an infantryman in the Luhansk People’s Republic, before transferring to the Donetsk People’s Republic. 

There was a building that was a true image of the war itself. Riddled in bullet holes and smelling greatly of death, as a year prior - several volunteer fighters were overcame by Ukrainian regulars. They were sprayed and peppered by AKs at close range. Many of them lost their fingers along with their lives, as they raised their hands in defense - which surely did not stop any bullets. 

I remember it well, the first night I spent near the area. I had found a skeletal finger inside the building and it sent such a powerful surge of emotion through me, as if I had touched another human beings soul. It started to rain hard, which was unusual for this time of year. None of us were wearing goretex or ponchos, so some of the boys decided to sleep in the trenches and makeshift bunkers - I opted to stay in the building because it was strangely warm in there, as the walls were well insulated to survive harsh, Eastern European winters.

Half way through the night, I woke up to the sound of a mortar or possibly an rpg hitting our general position. All I remember was seeing a tremendous flash of light outside and the window just above me, which was previously getting pelted with soft rain - explode violently. I crawled across the broken glass, unsure if we were being engaged up front by an armoured vehicle or not as I heard some metallic beast zoom past the street. I did not realize at the time ti was one of our vehicles taking pursuit.

I had grabbed my rifle, which was a pretty fresh looking 74 model and was in a low crouch, anticipating the building to get shredded with enemy gunfire anyminute - as it was obvious I was camping out in there, with others being in the general area. As my friends recieved fire and returned it accordingly, I set up position a bit back from a window and used my flash hider to break the glass. I fired a few shots in the general direction of the darkness, where we were being engaged by Ukrainian volunteer units - likely of German and French origin, as I heard everything but Russian and Ukrainian. Myself a native German originally, I  could tell that I had a former countrymen from the Hamburg area launching 7.62 rounds toward my head. 

One of my brothers in arms startled me as he moved into position beside me. I nodded in recognition to his apologizing hand gesture and embarased expression. He was wearing a typical, Soviet style padded jacket, Russian Digiflora pants, high black valenki boots, a grizzled Ushanka and a sported a Stalin mustache, looking to be in his mid-30s at most. He sat beside me and started applying exchanging fire at the enemy. This continued on until morning. However, half way through the night, I realized my friend had left - likely changed to a better strategic position. 

After the gunfight, I had a cigarette and a having chugged a bottle of water, I really needed to urinate. I went through the house and found a dark closet like area, which actually was more like a small alley way in the house - as it was on the opposite of a chimney in the living room and the entrance was through a hallway. In this mini alley was a breaker box and some valves for what I assume was hot water. It was an open sky above me, the morning soft rain still hit me. As I prepared myself, I briefly glanced over at a blue plastic crate and something strange draped over it. I immediately did a double take and pissed right into my hand, as a result.

A badly decomposed body, with a visible, thin sheet of skin across the skull - sporting a mustache. Valenki boots, a bloodied ushanka, a padded coat and digiflora pants. Stained heavily with blood, which now resembled black, tar like stains around gaping, rotted entry wounds. The most incredible sense of dread overtook my entire being and I was frozen in place, frozen in time. A part of me wanted to die, right then and there. As it would probably end my utter terror.”

By: @makartheburd

KAĞIT BİLET 74 model vosvostur, sevimlidir.
E-BİLET hummer ciptir, iticidir

KAĞIT BİLET tomaya kafa atan taraftardır, cefadır
E-BİLET çeviğe tempo tutandır, yılışıktır

KAĞIT BİLET sobanın üstündeki kestane dır, çıtır çıtırdır
E-BİLET sipariş gelen hamburgerdir

KAĞIT BİLET 90lar çocuğudur, mahalle maçlarını bilir
E-BİLET teknoloji çocuğudur, ayfonu elinden düşürmeyendir

KAĞIT BİLET sokakta büyüse de, anneye küfür edilmeyeceğini bilendir
E-BİLET küfürde ilk anneyi karıştıran yavşaktır

KAĞIT BİLET komşu bahçedeki eriğe dalan çocuktur, haylazdır
E-BİLET eriği önüne gelen süt kuzusudur, usludur

KAĞIT BİLET “arkalardayım anne” diyen en öndekidir, cevvaldir
E-BİLET evden çıkmayan tiptir, titrektir

KAĞIT BİLET Ahmet Kaya’dır, duvarına asarsın
E-BİLET serdar ortaç’tır, çatal atarsın

KAĞIT BİLET uzak yakın demeden takımı peşinden koşan taraftardır
E-BİLET loca adamıdır, çekirdekçidir

SUSMA HAYKIR
E-BİLET’E HAYIR!

anonymous asked:

Abla senin dostum dediğin var mı?

insanlarla iletişiyorum. onlarla konuşup dertleşiyorum. onlara yardım ediyorum. onlar da bana yardım ediyor. onlara selam veriyorum. onlar da bana bol bol selam veriyor. onların kuyusunu kazmıyorum. onlar da benim kuyumu kazmıyorlar. bazen çelme takmaya çalışanlar, üstüme basıp geçenler oluyor. bazen beni “enayi” yerine koyduklarını sanıyorlar. bunu anlamadığımı sanıyorlar çünkü daima tebessüm ederek anladığımı gizliyorum. tebessüm edince aşikar düşmanlık yapamıyorlar. alttan alttan vurmak zorunda kalıyorlar. ben de alttan alttan gülüyorum. beni sevenler de oluyor. çok sevenler. sevdiklerini hissediyorum. ben de onları seviyorum. kalbim böyle hoşnut oluyor onları görünce. onlarla sohbet etmek içimi rahatlatıyor. sevgi ve bilgi alışverişi yapıyoruz. inanmazsın çay içip haylayf yiyoruz halflayf biraz laytlayf oluyor bu sayede. yumuşuyor hayat senin anlıycağın güzel anonim. evde 5 tane dostum var. biri 65 model, biri 74, biri 89, biri 95, son olarak 2000`de minik bir dost geldi ilk önce üstüme filan kustu ama bu minik kızdan bana zarar gelmez büyür bunu da dost yaparım kendime. 16 yaşında esma. onu da dost edindim kendime. bu 5ine istediğimi söylüyorum. 4ünden de tekme yemişliğim var. babam bana hiç vurmadı. bazen saçımı çeker şakayla en büyük siniri araba sürdürürken olur. bi kere köyde araba test sürüşü yaparken arabayı kum tepesine çıkardım arabanın altı aldı biraz zorlandık indirirken bana en şiddetli orda bağırdı hamdolsun bacaklarım titredi ama olsun. ne diyodum biri hariç hepsinden tekme yemişliğim var. hepsiyle küsüşmüşlüğüm çatır çatır kalp kırışmışlığımız var. birbirimize saydırmışlığımız da var. ama hala biriz beraberiz. bu manyak insanlar nolursa olsun benim iyiliğimi istiyolar. ulan ben de manyak mıyım neyim naparlarsa yapsınlar atamıyorum aha şuramdan bu insanları. canımlar. işte hayatta ben bu kadarını bana gösteren, benim bu kadarını gösterdiğim kimse göremiyorum şu an. tamam yukarda bahsettiğim gibi gönlümü hoş eden gönlünü hoş ettiğim tatlı insanlar var fakat bu 5i etmez. dost kelimesini aile dışına taşıramıyorum. birine sen de benim en iyi dostumsun dediysem kesin gaza gelmişimdir ya da ona vericek başka karşılığım yoktur o yüzden demişimdir. naalaka ya dost başka şeydir aile başka dost başka diyenler var. varsın olsunlar bana ne. ama dost ailedir. bu 5 kişi dışında birine daha dost diyeceğim. o kişi de eşim bey olacak Allah izin verirse. kendisi şu anda benim için varlık sahnesinde diyil. henüz tanışmadım. nerde ne yapar ne okur ne yer ne içer en sevdiği meyve ne nasıl gülüyo sakallı mı, saçları dağınık mı, sarışın mı, kumral mı, esmer mi kuranı güzel okuyo mu, asabi mi sakin mi yemek seçer mi bilmiyorum. bunları bilmiyorum ama dostum diyeceğim 6. kişi kendisi olucak ilerde. kıymetimi bilsin yani. 6.sı ile henüz tanışmadığım bu 6 insan dışında dostum olmayacak.

September writing rig//
EGC Custom, Bilt Custom, ‘88 Les Paul Custom, Custom Atlas 2x12, Custom Janice 4x12, pedalboard, Verellen Coop, Verellen Skyhammer, '74 Sunn Model T, Moog Sub Phatty.

MH
(?, Wisconsin)