Marksmanship
Where: Disney Academy shooting range
When: Monday, August 2nd, afternoon
Who: Helga Sinclair, her class, and any teachers who wish to drop by.
What: The first day of Marksmanship.
Warnings: Beware of paint balls.
Helga Sinclair might have actually smiled as she finished the final preparations for her first marksmanship class. All things considered, she could have waited until the second class to assign students their guns and let them shoot. However, she had the pistols laid out, the targets set up. There would be a fair deal of lecturing today, impressing upon the students exactly what she was going to teach them and why, but she wanted them to be able to feel the guns in their hands and fire off a few rounds.
Ten bullets each would be sufficient.
Not bullets, technically, but she'd still call them that.
Despite the summer heat, the lieutenant wore her black shirt and green coat, her own pistol with live ammo at her hip under the coat. She counted the modified pistols again. Twice as many as she needed. For once, surplus had been the key. She wanted the students to be able to feel both guns in their hands and pick for themselves. If she hadn't had such limited funds, she'd have picked more kinds for them to try.
As students began to arrive, she addressed them.
"Do not touch the guns. Sit or stand on the grass."
(Note: This is just for my own benefit and fun, because I know exactly how Helga would teach her course and felt like doing it. This is not required for teachers at all. Students [and observing faculty] are encouraged to post under the headings and threadjack each other! It's meant for interaction, just with long intros.
FOR REFERENCE: Colt Peacemaker and Mauser 1910.)
When: Monday, August 2nd, afternoon
Who: Helga Sinclair, her class, and any teachers who wish to drop by.
What: The first day of Marksmanship.
Warnings: Beware of paint balls.
Helga Sinclair might have actually smiled as she finished the final preparations for her first marksmanship class. All things considered, she could have waited until the second class to assign students their guns and let them shoot. However, she had the pistols laid out, the targets set up. There would be a fair deal of lecturing today, impressing upon the students exactly what she was going to teach them and why, but she wanted them to be able to feel the guns in their hands and fire off a few rounds.
Ten bullets each would be sufficient.
Not bullets, technically, but she'd still call them that.
Despite the summer heat, the lieutenant wore her black shirt and green coat, her own pistol with live ammo at her hip under the coat. She counted the modified pistols again. Twice as many as she needed. For once, surplus had been the key. She wanted the students to be able to feel both guns in their hands and pick for themselves. If she hadn't had such limited funds, she'd have picked more kinds for them to try.
As students began to arrive, she addressed them.
"Do not touch the guns. Sit or stand on the grass."
(Note: This is just for my own benefit and fun, because I know exactly how Helga would teach her course and felt like doing it. This is not required for teachers at all. Students [and observing faculty] are encouraged to post under the headings and threadjack each other! It's meant for interaction, just with long intros.
FOR REFERENCE: Colt Peacemaker and Mauser 1910.)
