"These guys are funny that way. Sometimes they act like 15 year olds in a 30 year body. "
"How do you mean?"
"Well, take for instance yesterday on the range. I was walking down the line looking at groupings and commenting 'tight group, or good job on that one' you know, that sort of thing." He says "And this one guy, see the one with the tan cammo t-shirt and cap? Anyway, he gets all defensive on me and basically says 'what about mine! Very nice, no? I am good shot!' So I had to make sure they all got complimented."
- SF trainer sets the scope sight for an ammo can 500 yards away
- He describes how to load, where the safety is, and how we have to keep our face at least 6" from the scope if we want to keep our nose intact; I break out of a heat coma as he immediately commands my full attention with that comment
- Furthermore, we have to have our bodies lined directly behind the weapon to absorb the kick, and we don't want any skin or our face anywhere near the ejection port; people have lost their eyesight
- I no longer want to go first, so I slowly creep behind Mark
- Mark goes first, and not only survives but says "Holy blank, you gotta try this"
- My turn: I load my round and begin to sight in the ammo can. I constantly remind myself that I have to breathe, too
- I get sight alignment / sight picture and slowly squeeze the trigger wondering if I can still fly patients with a disarticulated shoulder
- The first round goes off, and my world just went dark. I am aware of my surroundings again after a short 3 seconds
- I fire three rounds total, stagger to my feet, and get a few chuckles as I stumble back with a sheepish grin from ear to ear
- The ringing in my ears and the feeling like I'm talking in a tin can only lasts a few hours
- Worth it.........