Another Long but Humbling Day
I had a post written that I was fairly proud of but somehow it got lost in the trons when I tried to post it. Well, I shall try and recreate it.
It has been another very long day and I am so tired I hardly think straight. Today we got up extra extra early at Oh my gosh its dark thirty and started our threat briefings. What a rosy way to start the day. To sum it up, I pretty much feel threatened by everyone and everything.
After we had our naive sense of security shattered we were all transported out to the range to qualify with our weapons. I went into this evolution supremely confident. I fully expected to shoot a perfect course, after all I had just shot this course a week and half ago and I easily shot a perfect 300 out of 300. I felt like I couldn't miss (apparently, I can miss, I can miss a lot!). When my turn came I boldly stepped up to the firing line, executed the range commands and began the first table of fire, the ten round fam fire. No points are won or lost in this round, it is designed to let you feel out the range. Ten targets will pop up and you have ten round in which to knock them down. Well, my targets began to pop up and I began to shoot them. Something was wrong, these must have been magic targets because I was shooting them and they weren't falling down! After ten round I think maybe I knocked down two!?! I suspected that I have a problem. The first table of fire in the qualification round began and I started putting rounds down range. Those damn magic targets were still out there. I kept sending rounds down range but they just wouldn't fall down!!! At the end of the qualification course I HAD FAILED TO QUALIFY!!!! How could this happen to me. It was like suddenly discovering that you are impotent, worse yet, discovering that your crank had completely fallen off and was lying there helpless in the dirt. The horror, the horror. . . Thoughts were racing through my brain. What if my Bride found out. No self respecting women could possibly love a man who can't shoot! My poor children, they will have to wear bags over their heads for the shame of it all. "Hey, look at those kids, their daddy can't shoot" How could this happen to me!?! I am young, I am virile, what is wrong with me! Well, long story short, I fired another round and qualified with a 230 out of 300. Not nearly up to my standards but well above the minimum for qualification, just don't let them know back in Texas. At least my Bride won't have to throw herself off a cliff now.
It has been another very long day and I am so tired I hardly think straight. Today we got up extra extra early at Oh my gosh its dark thirty and started our threat briefings. What a rosy way to start the day. To sum it up, I pretty much feel threatened by everyone and everything.
After we had our naive sense of security shattered we were all transported out to the range to qualify with our weapons. I went into this evolution supremely confident. I fully expected to shoot a perfect course, after all I had just shot this course a week and half ago and I easily shot a perfect 300 out of 300. I felt like I couldn't miss (apparently, I can miss, I can miss a lot!). When my turn came I boldly stepped up to the firing line, executed the range commands and began the first table of fire, the ten round fam fire. No points are won or lost in this round, it is designed to let you feel out the range. Ten targets will pop up and you have ten round in which to knock them down. Well, my targets began to pop up and I began to shoot them. Something was wrong, these must have been magic targets because I was shooting them and they weren't falling down! After ten round I think maybe I knocked down two!?! I suspected that I have a problem. The first table of fire in the qualification round began and I started putting rounds down range. Those damn magic targets were still out there. I kept sending rounds down range but they just wouldn't fall down!!! At the end of the qualification course I HAD FAILED TO QUALIFY!!!! How could this happen to me. It was like suddenly discovering that you are impotent, worse yet, discovering that your crank had completely fallen off and was lying there helpless in the dirt. The horror, the horror. . . Thoughts were racing through my brain. What if my Bride found out. No self respecting women could possibly love a man who can't shoot! My poor children, they will have to wear bags over their heads for the shame of it all. "Hey, look at those kids, their daddy can't shoot" How could this happen to me!?! I am young, I am virile, what is wrong with me! Well, long story short, I fired another round and qualified with a 230 out of 300. Not nearly up to my standards but well above the minimum for qualification, just don't let them know back in Texas. At least my Bride won't have to throw herself off a cliff now.
posted by Ed | 10/22/2003 09:07:00 PM
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