Old Magic
... still appears to be there.
Been off for a few days at the Southern Military College of things that go BANG on my official "stopping things from going bang" course, a bit of a busman's holiday in some respect for me as I've been around these things for years and years, but it's nice officially being accredited at last to do what I've been helping them sort out for as long as I can remember. A challenging course actually, and one that I took incredibly seriously due to the fact that if I'd have flumped it, I'd probably have had to resign as the humiliation would have been way too much to face. As it turned out I didn't need to. Spent the evening in the bar, reading my book with an impromtu bookmark with the correct schedule we must trust everybody's lives to written on it and every time I picked the book up, or put it down, I read the thing aloud. They must have thought me a loon. They might have been right.
But on the final morning morning they let me out on the range; I've not fired a handgun in ten years but it seems I still can. And well. Earned the praise of the hardest to please army instructor we had, that was nice enough, but the male ego is for once happy. From the Smith & Wesson .22 (pah), through a couple of 9mm's to the Desert Eagle in BIG -most jolly, but not as much of a handful as my old Grizzly. Certainly gave the bullseye a hard time with that cannon to a certain amount of raised eyebrows from the other students and my, didn't I enjoy the Kalashnikov.
And it paid off. Results through today. Second in the class. And analysing the results, I can put the fact that I didn't take top down to examination nerves, my weakest scores were all at the start of the exam before I got into the swing of it and got my confidence up. Of course it's not a race.
But a man can grin from time to time.
Been off for a few days at the Southern Military College of things that go BANG on my official "stopping things from going bang" course, a bit of a busman's holiday in some respect for me as I've been around these things for years and years, but it's nice officially being accredited at last to do what I've been helping them sort out for as long as I can remember. A challenging course actually, and one that I took incredibly seriously due to the fact that if I'd have flumped it, I'd probably have had to resign as the humiliation would have been way too much to face. As it turned out I didn't need to. Spent the evening in the bar, reading my book with an impromtu bookmark with the correct schedule we must trust everybody's lives to written on it and every time I picked the book up, or put it down, I read the thing aloud. They must have thought me a loon. They might have been right.
But on the final morning morning they let me out on the range; I've not fired a handgun in ten years but it seems I still can. And well. Earned the praise of the hardest to please army instructor we had, that was nice enough, but the male ego is for once happy. From the Smith & Wesson .22 (pah), through a couple of 9mm's to the Desert Eagle in BIG -most jolly, but not as much of a handful as my old Grizzly. Certainly gave the bullseye a hard time with that cannon to a certain amount of raised eyebrows from the other students and my, didn't I enjoy the Kalashnikov.
And it paid off. Results through today. Second in the class. And analysing the results, I can put the fact that I didn't take top down to examination nerves, my weakest scores were all at the start of the exam before I got into the swing of it and got my confidence up. Of course it's not a race.
But a man can grin from time to time.
posted by Fred the Singing Bandit at 11:15 pm
1 Comments:
Shine bright and so well done xx
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