There’s very little that Vasquez is not up for. I know she’s repulsed by a few things—men crying, bad jokes, and stragglers. She hates laziness.
She arrived at our dusty unit by Chinook with four other grunts who looked like they were made-to-order by Uncle Sam to take on anything trying to overrun the outpost.
As always, she came with a plan. By nine o’clock, she’d dropped off her seabag and was out on the range schooling Drake on his marksmanship. Drake is no pansy, he’s a good ol’ boy from the Great Smoky Mountains of Tennessee raised on squirrel and anything else he killed that day. Put simply, he’s a good shot.
By seven o’clock she looked equally at home doing PT in our makeshift gym of sandbags, ropes, and chains. Thirty minutes later she’d hit the trail disappearing around the tent racing the other four meatheads she arrived with.
After her resounding victory, I pointed out how her “Tactical Shirt” tank top was still dry. Fitted but with a little stretch for movement. Sleeveless for the guns to show, of course. She was in her element.
“How’s your shot these days?” I asked.
“You know me. Still shooting like a girl.”
Tactical Shirt ladies racer back.
- Relax Fit
- Merrowed bottom hem
- 4.2 oz.
- 100% cotton