I sometimes find the concern to get things perfect on a model humorous. While stationed on Guam I had a young airman from Munitions Maintenance Squadron (MMS or as we revered to them as BB stackers) get assigned to my room as a roommate. He was a skronny little guy barely 18 years old. I didn't see him for about three months due to different schedules. One Saturday he shows up deep dark tan and looking like a wedge with a six pack that was closer to a 12 pack. I'm like Damn man what you been doing, look like a beach bum. He's like I stand next to a trailer and grab a hold of a bomb fin and start rolling it down the trailer while it gets sand blasted and then roll it back while it gets painted.
It ain't rocket science!!!!