"Not all jarheads are actual jarheads," Rylee replied with another spark to his eyes. He was protective of the Corps but he had certainly felt a little misplaced at times. While his platoon was busy getting drunk and laid he was more content to read. He had been teased plenty of times while serving, just like in High School, and outside sources had more than once commented that Marines were more... simple minded. Rylee knew he wasn't but rarely had the balls to point that out. Yet, he knew that Samuel was teasing him and Rylee was okay with that.
"I've never had the opportunity to shoot the different weapons due to my major but I own a Springfield and I've shot different weapons during reenactments that I've witnessed or partook in. I have a couple of other weapons but the Springfield is pretty special." Rylee stood a little straighter, while still leaning against the counter, and continued to smile. He was proud of his gun collection and growing happier by the minute that his neighbor seemed so interested in his life. In so short a time Rylee felt a bond with this Samuel but kept such feelings to himself.