So, I get to the fleet, and we're about to go to the field. Plt Sgt looks at me and says "hey, slapnuts, you shot expert, right? You wanna be the designated marksman?"

Hey, cool, Sgt thinks I'm a badass! Yeah, I'll do it.

No, Sgt thinks you're a dumb ass. Have fun lugging this shit around 29 Palms and sitting on an asphalt roof for two weeks looking through the scope. In August.

If you need a .308 (and you do), just buy an AR-10. More accurate for less money, better parts selection, lighter.