Today I qualified as a Navy sharpshooter on the M-16 rifle course. I hit 33/40 pop-up targets at distances ranging 75-300 meters. I might have scored higher and earned the designation of rifle expert, but a few of the targets were dark and set in the shade of the innumerable scrub pine trees here. I did not even see a few of them. Additionally, the range controller, who speaks to the firing lanes from his tower through loudspeakers and controls the safety and flow of the shooting, spoke with a think Southern accent and at times garbled his words worse than Charlie Brown's teacher, leaving many wondering more than a few times exactly where we were to direct our fire.
2 comments:
Wow, sounds like you need some jambalaya after all of that hard work. I'm glad you're enjoying yourself and learning some true skills!
Excuses, excuses...loser.
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