Well today sucked.
We spent twelve hours at two different ranges today, doing such badass, hardcore Infantry shit as zeroing our M4s (at 25m) and shooting from the prone at known distance targets. Twelve. Hours. That's a full half of a twenty-four hour day, in case you hadn't noticed. Basic Rifle Marksmanship, how fun you aren't.
Now mind you, I wouldn't normally be complaining (as much) about a range day - after all, trigger time is our raison d'etre, and shooting is almost always fun when someone else picks up the ammo bill. Today, however, was completely ruined by a cold front blowing humid, 30 degree air at approximately 25 knots all goddamn day. That, my friends, will suck the fundamental will to exist out of a person after a couple hours, especially when it keeps shifting directions so violently and frequently that you can't even take effective shelter behind a building. At some point, you just give into despair and curse whatever god happens to be punishing you. That was nearly as cold as I've ever been in my life... and I'm from Northern Colorado.
The sole light in the darkness of this day was that despite not having fired a single round since the last time I qualified (in September! I know, it's terrible, but it's not my fault they gave me a radio and said "make this shit work"), I completely dominated the known distance range. Unsupported prone at 200m, I put ten rounds into a group the size of a cantaloupe, perfectly center mass on the silhouette. At 300m, I still managed to keep all ten in the black - and all this in the aforementioned wind while trying to control my shivering into some predictable pattern. I was very, very pleasantly surprised how quickly I knocked the dust off. But that's about enough bragging for one post.
I should probably get some sleep. It's been a long, crazy, roller coaster ride over the past two weeks or so, but all good things must come to an end.
Goodnight weirdos
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