OR, TO BE PC,
WHEN I WAS BUT A
young pup; bright-eyed, bushy tailed, fresh in the navy … they took us down to the ranges and stuck various weapons in our paws with instructions to hit the wee dots shimmering far far off in the dizzying distance.
At the ranges Gunnery Instructors were God (God does exist~!) and regardless of age or mileage everyone was in obeisance (you know what gods are like).
So there I was happily banging away when the salty old guy alongside (a real ancient mariner) laid down his rifle and with a look of all sweet accord asked very nicely; at what target was I so enthusiastically discharging my weapon?
Let us draw a veil of consideration over the rest of this scene—Ed)
Anyway, moving on … I pulled this in this morning and thought if those numbers are well researched and accurate, it says a lot about someone’s marksmanship and the trainings involved—
But let us not lose track of the fact that the insalubrious conditions under which these hits were scored were a wee bit removed from cheerfully banging away on the ranges.
So no wonder everyone’s gone missile mad these days, even if a single round does cost a bit more.
Chart above from—
But the good news today is, who needs hit anything if you can just obliterate the whole arena it is in? (Aaaaahhhh … progress, she can’t be beat!)