Homesick at Parris Island

Now, when I went to Parris Island, I was homesick. Real, miserable, if I coulda quit I woulda, homesick. Heh. Today I get a letter, and near the end of it is this:

“Yesterday we battle zeroed our rifles. 10 rounds at 36 yards. Basically a “Does my rifle work?” test. I’ll tell you one thing. I’ve obviously been homesick before, and I miss everyone. But nothing made me miss home like shooting for the first time in months. The sights, the sound and the smell…God. Made me miss the gun club like nothing else.”

So, here is a picture of the homesick shooter, 3 or 4 years ago.

I guess he really did enjoy going to the range with the old man.


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