#VTAC

[goatsludge]

dudes will spend hundreds on mlok and dual pressure pads to achieve what I'm doing here for a fraction of the price

in all seriousness, vtac light mounts are incredibly convenient and more people should use them

[dejectedduck]

How I feel after getting my atar

[heartlaboratory]

Claudia, one of your friends, invited you to attend to her beach volley match. The match is held indoor so, given the fact that its summer and in this country summer is also very humid, temperatures are going to be torrid. Beside this fact you're still quite surprised to see that the majority of the players are playing naked, females too (in this parallel univers human are not ashamed by their own bodies). After all sweating is the best way to cool down. She's quite skinny but look really good with that blue bikini, you always liked her so, secretely, you're very happy to see her playing covered just with air. Given the fact that the playground is going to be free the whole day, organizers decided to complete the tournament without skippying to next day.

Some hours have passed and she has played for a lot of time now. Room temperature went higher than 36°C for the whole last matches and now Claudia looks pretty torn. She's always been a warrior, someone who don't surrender easily but all that jumping in this particular condition had an effect on her too. She's covered by sweat, her skin has assumed a reddish tone and her panting has become so deep anyone can clearly hear her fast inspirations and exales. The thing that tunrs on a light in your mind though is the fact that her entire upper body is rhythmically shaking like it's thrusted by a sort of internal earthquake. You suddenly realize that you recently activated a medical app on your phone developped at the laboratory where you work that makes possible medical analises through the phone camera thanks to experimental sensors placed in the camera. You activate the app and feel pretty lifted up by the fact you already added her profile. A thin ensamble of laser rays, almost invisible, is projeced towards her and the selected target orgal (obviously Claudia's heart) becomes visible on the screen. Her heart is beating like crazy, not only considering the pace but also the strenght of each beat, the app says her heart is beating at around 195 bpm but it's probably even higher. It's something that is completely out of any safety zone for someone who is 34 years old... and not even a younger person should push its heart like this. The device can also work as a digital stethoscope and by wearing headphones to listen to her you remained schoked. Her blood is pushed so violently that it's making strange wooshing-like noises by rubbing against her heart internal structures, sounds that almost cover up her slamming valves. Suddenly the software gives a diagnosis: High cardiac risk- probability of a sudden cardiac arrest of 89%-potentially lethal arrhythias occurring. By looking at her detected heart electrical activities, her organ is so over-stimulated that PVCs and VTACs burst are already present. You know exactly what to do, Claudia's life has an 89% probability to end in the next few minutes and it's increasing. You decide to get up from your seat and run towards the referee to show him the analysis of your device. One of the players' heart is going to stop very soon.

A second before you move, on the ecg a strange beat appears and suddenly Claudia's heart interrupts any activity, it doesn't even fibrillate, it just ceases to beat as silence arises from your headphones. Terrified you see her taking a couple of deep breath, the ball she was holding fell on the ground and her left hand is placed in between her bare breasts... after a moment she collapses on the ground.

You have always wanted to place your hand on her chest to feel her heartbeat but now you have to do this to make it beat again. CPR has to be started immediately.

[ozimagines]

For the past four months I’ve spent half the week with my grandma. We watch movies and make coffee and have lunch. She went to the hospital for neck pain. The next night, as I was the only one spending the night with her, she had a heart attack and went into vtac, the intubated her, and she spent the next few hours on life support. We took her off and she woke up, having one last conversation with me. She died shortly after that. I’m hollow. I miss my best friend. I’m gonna use Oz to dissociate again, and try to work through these terrible feelings. The last thing she said to me was; “I guess we’re not ballroom dancing tonight.”

No Ballroom Dancing Tonight

Peter wrung his hands. This wasn’t supposed to be how it happened. It wasn’t supposed to be only him. He kicked himself for being so naive as to think that the prison would release his father if only to go to the hospital to see his mother. He kicked himself for his father getting picked up in the first place, sure it had been some failing on his end. Peter kicked himself for spending so much time away from his ma, even though that sage philosophical part inside of him knew that no amount of time with loved one is enough time.

All in all, Peter kicked himself for not being a better son. Not being more patient or kind. Not being more perfect.

He could hear the beep of the machines keeping his mother alive. He was in mid conversation with her when she coded. He had looked at her and saw something change in her eyes. A vacant expression that would haunt him forever. He called the docs in immediately but she was pulseless when they got there. Before they ushered him out of the room, he saw the violent attempts to revive his fragile mother, how her body shook with each chest compression like she weighed nothing, watching her crumble under the force. He bit back tears at the thought.

“Boys cry, Peter, men don’t.”

His father was such a stoic statue of a man, always seeming to know what to do, or at least being talented enough in all the ways that Peter wasn’t to bend everything to his will. Peter was never that. He was the little boy who cried when his cousin Dino stomped on the snail he found. Peter was always too feminine for his dad. Too soft. He passively blamed the boy’s mother, though Angie Schibetta was perfect in her husband’s eyes. It was some fault within the kid. Either too much or not enough, whatever the problem, it was the kid’s fault, no one else to blame.

Now, Peter sat literal feet from his intubated mother, a tube deciding whether or not she lived or died, completely paralyzed by his own grief. She didn’t look like her. She looked frailer. Weaker. Smaller. She had woken up confused. Peter’s mom suffered from extreme claustrophobia. Peter was comforting her, after she woke up, concussed and panicked. Peter was sure the cancer would claim his mother. He never expected her panic attacks to trigger a coronary event. It was too sudden. Too unexpected. Peter hadn’t prepared himself to say goodbye that way. Hadn’t said goodbye at all, believing that they had more time left.

As they revived her, Peter sat in the hallway, almost fetal on the ground, bawling and panicking on his own. He felt like he’d done something wrong. Like if he did everything right, she wouldn’t have had the attack. It must be his fault. So many things were.

The nurse, who must have been five foot one, pulled Peter into a hug to calm him down, him blubbering and snotting on her shoulder.

“We got a lot of talented people in there right now , doing their best.” She had said, stroking the side of his face and using that calm, therapist voice. Peter fought the urge to tell her that people’s ‘best’ was rarely good enough. He wanted to shout and threaten them. Order at the top of his lungs not to let his mom die. He knew it wouldn’t do any good, so despite his father’s wishes, he wept into the arms of a complete stranger. His father would have had a fit.

Now, he sat by the foot of her bed, watching that fucking tube pump life into her unresponsive body. She wouldn’t want this. Few people would. His hand shook as he went to hold hers, asking again for her to squeeze if she could hear him. He was almost thankful when he didn’t feel her squeeze back. They sedated her, because when she came to with the tube in her mouth and her hands tied to the bed frame, she panicked. Kicked and clawed at the tubes to the best of her ability. They put her in what the doctor called the ‘good meds’. He guessed he was supposed to laugh. He didn’t.

He had to take the tube out. That was all there was to it. That was the only answer. He had to respect his mom’s wishes.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to be; Peter sitting alone by her bedside, wishing for anyone to take this responsibility away from him. It was his decision now. Either keep her on life support or take her off and start comfort care. He almost wished they hadn’t put the fucking tube in. Made it all that much harder to decide to take it out. This felt like killing her. It felt like murder.

Peter scoffed to himself. He supposed he should know, right?

He knew she wouldn’t want to live like this, and that it was selfish to keep her when she didn’t want to be kept. She was ready, in every way someone was able to be ready to die. He cried again, the second time that day, clasping at his mother’s frail hand like she was holding his body off a cliff.

“I’m sorry, Ma. I’m so fuckin’- shit, sorry.” He forgot his mom never liked him swearing. He squeezed her hand. “I’m not ready yet, Ma. I’m not ready. I can’t do this without you.”

He felt his nose go wet as the tears slipped down it. He clenched his eyes shut again. This couldn’t be happening.

But it was. Every terrible moment of it.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry for every time I yelled or got angry or slammed my door. I’m sorry for that time you wanted to go to dinner after the school game and I went out with friends instead. I’m sorry for not callin’ more often or sayin’ I love you.” He white knuckled her hands, trying not to hurt her but being too distraught to let go. It was like confession, begging to be absolved of his sins. “Mom, I love you so much, please don’t leave me. I can’t do it without you, I just can’t. Please don’t make me do it without you.”

The doc came in ten minutes later, asking Peter what he wanted to do. Despite every single cell of his body protesting, he told the doc that he wanted the tube out. That she wouldn’t want this. The doctor said that even without the tube, she may not pass immediately. That she might be able to function without the tubes. Fat chance. Peter asked for a minute to say goodbye, turning to his mother and breaking down for the third time that day.

“I love you, Mom. I’m sorry I wasn’t enough.” He kissed the top of her head, and pressed his forehead to hers. “I love you. I’ll love you forever.”

The doc came in and unhooked his mom from everything keeping her alive. He’d signed all the consent forms for comfort care. She continued to breathe without the tube, and Peter’s heart leapt out of his chest. It was small, shallow breaths, but she was still there. Took tennish minutes but she woke up, sort of dazed and groggy, like so many junkies he knew coming out of a high. He stroked her face and scooted his chair closer.

“Hey, Ma.”

“Peter… where’s… where’s your father?” She asked as if his dad was in the next room reading the paper.

“He’s… he’s at home, Ma.” Tears welled up in Peter’s eyes. Even with his mother alive, he knew how this would end. No one has a coronary in her health and walks away. It was just a matter of when, now. Peter never wanted the moment to end; the last moment with his mother. “He’s gettin’ things ready for you.”

“That’s nice.” She groaned a little, the chest compressions from hours earlier straining her bruised ribs with every breath. “Where are we?”

“The hospital.”

“I want to go home.” She moved to get up but Peter stopped her, before she winced and stopped herself.

“Later, Ma.” He guided her back down, kissing the palm of her hand.

“Why are you crying, Peter?”

“I’m sorry, Ma.” He said out of habit, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. She tutted and ran her fingers along his jawline and into his mess of curly black hair.

“Don’t be sorry. Just don’t let your father see.”

“I won’t.” He tried to hold back the tears but they just kept coming. He couldn’t turn it off. Every repressed emotion for the past thirty years just came up all at once. This was his last conversation with his mother and she wasn’t even mentally present for it. He wanted to grab her and beg her to stay. Beg her to keep fighting. Just don’t leave him yet. “Mom, I love you.”

“I love you too, Peter.” She responded, and it was nice to know that even in her half alive state, that held true. “I guess we’re not ballroom dancing tonight.”

“I guess not.” He responded, not really knowing what that meant. It sounded more philosophical than maybe it was. The machines started beeping. Her numbers were dropping. Peter started to panic. He gripped her hand tighter.

“I’m sorry for everything, Mom.” He pressed her hand to his face and kissed over the knuckles. “I’m so fucking sorry-“

“Watch your mouth, Peter.”

“Sorry.” He bent his head in atonement. She stuck out her index finger to slide along his face.

“You’ll dry your eyes when your father gets here. It’s okay to cry in front of me.”

“Thanks, Ma.”

“You were always my sensitive boy. Always had such a big heart.”

“Pop says I’m too soft.”

“Your father was brought up one way. I wanted you to be different.”

“I’ll never be like Pop.”

“No, Peter, you won’t.” His mother responded simply, eyes fluttering between awake and asleep.

“Please-“

“Let’s go home, Peter.”

The beeping continued. He knew he signed the NDR and the comfort care forms so there was nothing else anyone could do. He just had to watch his mom fade away. Her eyes were getting heavy.

“I’m tired, Peter, I want to go home.” She half mumbled half moaned. Peter’s heart was in his ears. All he wanted to do was take his mother home.

“Ma, please-“

“Take me home.” Her eyes fluttered shut and the machines started beeping faster and louder. She rasped a breath out.

“Mom I love you, please don’t… Ma? Ma!” Peter started to shout but he got no response. Suddenly, the machines made one solid beep as all the lines went flat.

Peter told his Dad that she passed in her sleep, not mentioning the words ‘take me home’ burned into the back of his skull.

There would be no ballroom dancing tonight.

[kyledefoor]

RDS carbine for awhile. This is the 14.5 BCM I use for all work with the crews that use dot only or dot/tripler combos. Holosun AEMS RDS, Aimpoint magnifier both in Scalarworks mounts, CTF-2 light/laser, Geiselle SSP, VTAC sling, Magpul buttstock, Surefire warcomp, #defoor #kd4

[bradleymarshall]

Speech all done

Now that I’m getting back into it

I actually enjoy it a little again

I should study biomed next year

Or apply through vtac

For music theatre vca first preference

Biomed and commerce second

Biomed third

Commerce last

And master of teaching Monash

[thvictory95]

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[goatsludge]

Today's flea market finds:

Magpul CTR, FDE

Gen.1 VTAC Light Mount

Some sort of paracord sling mount using an ITW Nexus 1" Webbing Bottom Grommet (I fuckin love this thing, I'm making more later)

LaRue LT706 Bipod Adapter

Blackhawk Drop-Leg Holster (Missing the Belt Adapter sadly)

Eagle Industries Beta C-Mag/100rnd/Utility Pouch

Eagle Industries RRV (sadly missing the waist strap)

[firearmsguns78]

Sig Sauer P320 X-VTAC 9mm Striker-Fired Pistol with FDE Slide and R2 Optics Plate

Sig Sauer P320 X-VTAC 9mm Striker-Fired Pistol with FDE Slide and R2 Optics Plate

Sig Sauer P320 X5 9mm Full-Size 21-Round Pistol with Stainless Slide

Sig Sauer P320 X5 9mm Full-Size Two-Tone Pistol with ROMEO1 Reflex Sight

Sig Sauer P320 XCarry Legion 9mm Pistol with Threaded Barrel

Sig Sauer P320 XCompact Spectre 9mm Custom Works Pistol with XRAY3 Day/Night Sights

Sig Sauer P320 XFull 9mm Optic Ready Striker-Fired Pistol with XRAY3 Day/Night Sights

Sig Sauer P320 XFull 9mm Optics Ready Pistol

Sig Sauer P320-AXG Legion 9mm Optic Ready Pistol with X-RAY3 Day/Night Sights

Sig Sauer P320-M17 9mm Full-Size Pistol with Manual Safety and SIGLITE Night Sights

[berettastore]

sig sauer

Sig Sauer P320 X-Carry 9mm 17-Round Pistol (ROMEO1 Pro Compatible)

Sig Sauer P320 X-Carry 9mm 17-Round Centerfire Pistol

Sig Sauer P320 X-Carry 9mm 17-Round Pistol (ROMEO1 Pro Compatible)

Sig Sauer P320 X-Carry 9mm 17-Round Pistol Two Tone Coyote with ROMEO1 Reflex Sight

Sig Sauer P320 X-Carry 9mm 17-Round Pistol with Coyote Tan Finish

Sig Sauer P320 X-Compact 9mm Striker-Fired Pistol with 3.6 Inch Barrel

Sig Sauer P320 X-Five Legion 9mm Full-Size Pistol (One Magazine Included)

Sig Sauer P320 X-Five Legion 9mm Full-Size Pistol with 3 Magazines

Sig Sauer P320 X-VTAC 9mm Striker-Fired Pistol with FDE Slide

Sig Sauer P320 X-VTAC 9mm Striker-Fired Pistol with FDE Slide and R2 Optics Plate

[sungrandcityferia]

Trung tâm Tuyển sinh Đại học bang Victoria, Australia (VTAC là gì?)

VTAC là gì? Trung tâm Tuyển sinh Đại học bang Victoria (VTAC – The Victorian Tertiary Admissions Centre) là văn phòng trung tâm quản lý các quy trình đăng ký tuyển sinh với các chương trình học đại học, học bổng và Chương trình Tiếp cận Đầu vào từ các trường đại học Úc, TAFE và các trường cao đẳng đại học độc lập ở Victoria. VTAC nhận và chuyển thông tin đăng ký của học sinh đến các cơ quan có…

[gorillaroom]

Good morning Gorilla Machining Family, have you seen what we have up on our website if you are a Sig Sauer fan well here you go. Just to let you know a few things the PF320PTEX is compatible with *P320 Full & Carry Slides *P320 X5 Full & Carry Slides and *P320 VTac Slides. Also you can get them for $49.99 what a great deal. So go and get you one or a few. - - - - @gorillamachining.com - - - --

[iamtheowls]

Surefire G2X and a VTAC clamp?

Someone should invent a rifle light that isn't $300 or a rip off.

[kyledefoor]

Carbine classes with weapon retention make sense. 2025 classes drop Monday at noon est. 14.5” gov profile w/warcomp, CTF-2 light/laser, NF ATACR 1-8, Bobro Q/D mount, VTAC sling, magpul stock.

#defoor #defoorproformanceshooting #kd4

[thvictory95]

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[red-faced-wolf]

VTAC’s, also they’re all 208/240

All the motherfuckers that think mini splits are the way of the future clearly has never worked on one