You know, as a teenager, I was in the Air Cadets, a sort of trainee junior RAF organisation, where I learned to shoot rifles (and even, once, a sub machine gun). Target practise in the drill hall was tons of fun. I got my marksman badge. I enjoyed the skill of it and the competition-with-self. But it never crossed my mind to want to shoot a living creature. Actually, the air cadets was a blast (learned to fly a glider and an old Chipmunk training plane, did "night exercises" now and then where we ran around in camo gear trying to steal the other team's "commanding officer", went hiking, etc.), but it was clear to me that actual armed service was not an option for me.
So I can understand wanting to shoot. I mean, my (probably highly unlikely to ever be fulfilled) ambition is to learn to shoot a mediaeval English warbow (later known as the longbow). But shooting targets is a whole different ballgame to shooting living creatures.
Killing animals takes a certain kind of mentality, doesn't it. When my dad was a teenager the opportunity came along to go on a hunt, and the one animal he killed, a bird, sickened and ashamed him so much that he never hunted again.
thanks everyonelauren_kDecember 3 2003, 16:57:19 UTC
what a heap of great comments. thanks everybody. between your suggestions and the same conversation i had with my husband, here's what i'm thinking
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Just speechless.
Can't blame the kids, can't even blame the parents much.
But a society that supports that is sick.
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So I can understand wanting to shoot. I mean, my (probably highly unlikely to ever be fulfilled) ambition is to learn to shoot a mediaeval English warbow (later known as the longbow). But shooting targets is a whole different ballgame to shooting living creatures.
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Hey, hey... come back!
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