"Targets ... Up!"
Yesterday I stepped in a pot-hole while semi-blinded by rain on my glasses. I would have twisted my ankle if I'd been wearing shoes, but I was wearing boots. So I wrenched my knee.
I walked it off, and was hoping it would be okay today, out at the ranges. It wasn't. A day of walking and standing later, and I'm in agony. Junk!
On the other hand, I got to yell at folks a lot. Nothing wrong with some good bits of yelling to make you feel like a proper NCO. If anything, the sore knee shortened my temper, so I probably got extra yelling in!
The weather was surprisingly pleasant, the whip-crack! of bullets passing over-head was appropriately sharp, and all in all it was a good day for shooting.
And yelling.
Doug.
I walked it off, and was hoping it would be okay today, out at the ranges. It wasn't. A day of walking and standing later, and I'm in agony. Junk!
On the other hand, I got to yell at folks a lot. Nothing wrong with some good bits of yelling to make you feel like a proper NCO. If anything, the sore knee shortened my temper, so I probably got extra yelling in!
The weather was surprisingly pleasant, the whip-crack! of bullets passing over-head was appropriately sharp, and all in all it was a good day for shooting.
And yelling.
Doug.