A Good Day At The Office

The day had started off very relaxed. If we weren't firing we were allowed to laze around at the back of the range. None of the dreaded "concurrent activity" had been foistered on us and we'd lay around chewing the fat and drinking brews.

Now, lying on the firing point I could feel the sun's strength on my back. It was a beautiful autumn afternoon. The butt of my rifle was sitting snugly in my shoulder and I was watching in the distance for any movement.

300m away a man sized target swung up. I'd already been steadying my breathing and now I held my breath. I squeezed the trigger steadily. The rifle kicked slightly in my shoulder. The target disappeared.

10 seconds later the target decided to have another go. He met the same fate as before. It was a good day at the office.