Hard Feet and Strong Backs

We've been back for seven months, don't deploy again for another five months, and my platoon commander picks the afternoon of the presidential election day to have a machine gun shoot. It's unknown how late into the evening it will last, but this puts my plans of drinking while watching election returns in grave danger. I guess I have to earn the knowledge of who my next commander-in-chief is by picking up brass and links. This will be my first machine gun shoot with this unit in my 2+ years in the Fleet, by the way. Training is paramount, devil dogs.