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Army Shooting Narrative

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When I first enlisted in the Army, I had no idea what to expect. I didn't know where I would end up or if I would enjoy it. In fact the only thing I did know was that I was going to end up in Oklahoma for Basic Training and San Antonio for Advanced Individual Training to become a medic. Soon after my arrival to Oklahoma I discovered that my life was going to be forever changed. I was halfway through Basic, an accomplishment on its own, when when finally began going to the shooting range. When I first enter basic it was early October, by now it was mid-November and it was bone chillingly cold. The winds on the plains nearly froze everyone's hands. You could hear the mumbling complaints of the trainees. Our discipline was at its breaking point. …show more content…

It seemed like everything I did was insufficient, no matter how hard I tried. I couldn't stop shivering whenever I went up to shoot. Combine that with the fact that I had never shot a weapon before and I was in real trouble. We had already been shooting two days prior and it was the last day to practice before we qualified. The four fundamentals of shooting I had been taught days earlier didn’t seem to be working. With every shot I fired I tried to remind myself of my four steps I need to succeed. As I shot it seemed like every pop up target dropped with the squeeze of my trigger. I got my score from the tower shortly after I finished, I had hit 19 of the 40 targets. I was stunned. I had one day before my qualifications and I had shot four less hits than what I needed to score the bare minimum passing score. As I returned to the benches nearby, I looked deep within myself and realized that I was putting too much pressure on myself. I swore the next time I went out to shoot I would just let what I had been taught take …show more content…

It was the final day of shooting, to see if we would continue our training or not. It was a day as cold as any of the others that week, but as I approached my shooting position I had a release of epinephrine. As I took up my position I began to sweat. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. Before the qualification started I took a single deep breath and let it out to ride along the wind’s current. I cleared my mind and then it began. As each pop up target appear it seemed to disappear just as quickly. Was I actually hitting them? Once I had finished send high velocity rounds down the firing range, I rushed over to the tower to find out my score. The Drill Sergeant gave me a double take when he saw my score and then announced that I had shot a 36. I had almost doubled my score from the day before! I walked away from the range to a room they held us in because of the extreme wind, with a bit of

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