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Last Friday, I was shooting an M16. Or a 9 mil. Or a 50 cal. Or a 240B. I forget which I did Friday and which I did Saturday.
It was my last field exercises while in the U.S. Army, and I enjoyed it. Most of it.
Those are the parts of the Army that I’m going to miss, though. Hanging out with my battle buddies and complaining, watching targets fall, handling large weapons. It was exhilarating.
The first time I shot anything (anything) was my 21st birthday.
I was at basic training, on the rifle range for the first time.
We had live rounds. It was terrifying.
That first time was not exhilarating. I cried.
I am not afraid to admit that I cried. I am not afraid to say that I was afraid.
I shot really well though. Ridiculously well.
I shoot well last week, too.
7 of 9 center mass without changing my windage knobs.
I was one of five of my company that shot the 50 cal. The M2 is a beast.
But it’s a mounted weapon, so you don’t feel the push back. This is crazy to shoot.
Rifles are magazine fed, but the M2 and the 240B are belt fed.
You just watch the rounds go flying through the chamber. Awesome.
I’ve never gone hunting, though I thought I wanted to for a while.
I don’t fish (I used to when I was a kid).
I don’t try to kill bugs if I see them inside… I release them.
And I’ve never shot anyone.
But I still love shooting targets.
Especially pop up targets. How great to see them fall down.
I may buy a small hand gun some day. Practice at local ranges.
Or maybe I’ll just remember being great at shooting a military rifle and leave it at that.
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