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| - It smells like freedom. It sounds like freedom. It feels like freedom. You leave there smelling of freedom. If your ear plugs aren't fully in, you won't hear any freedom for the rest of the day.
I haven't pulled a trigger in almost 10 years, and before that, was before I got out of the army in 99. So, I was a tad rusty. I still remember the 4 fundamentals of firing (position, aiming, breath control, trigger squeeze) because they drill that into you in the army. Or at least, I allowed it to be drilled into me (kevin couldn't remember).
Shooting my friends 45 was sort of fun. It had been so long, I was like "how do I move the slide forward?". First I had to put 5 bullets onto a paper. yay, I can hit a piece of paper from 10 yards out! Then my buddy had a rifle, so we had to put 5 holes in a piece of paper from like 15 yards out. At least I think what's how far it was. The first pull on the trigger of the rifle I immediately remember the entire experience. It wasn't until that whiff of gunpowder and the spent case flying over my head (left handed shooter), that I was reminded of army days.
As we got done shooting, and my guys put their guns away, we walked back out to pay, and I sounded off with "No Brass, No Ammo Drill Sergeant!" and the day was complete.
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