End of the “Season” 2
Another Interservice and Perry are done and gone – the end of my bullseye ‘season’. It was bitter-sweet, to say the least. Last year I was present at both, but couldn’t shoot for medical reasons; I was determined at the end of last year to get back on the line. However, it only worked out half as good as I had hoped. I didn’t get the trigger time in that I should have; various commitments preventing 100% dedication to it. Nonetheless, I went to both this year – guns, ammo and a machinist from the shop in tow.
Interservice was more nerve-racking than I thought it would be…as a shooter. Last year I was consumed with training, bugging the Army and the Marines incessantly (to wit, they gracefully endured my presence, LOL), so I didn’t have to deal with going to the line at all. Let me tell you this: no matter how steady you think your nerves are – they’re not. I didn’t ‘feel’ nervous or jittery – but my shots broke like those of a regular CATM guy, LOL (yea, that’s a poke at the AF’s focus on marksmanship…or lack of it 
). I couldn’t pull it together, and I had no idea why. Now I’m not a 2600 shooter by any means – but I’ve definitely done better at practice than I did at Interservice. So the only stray from the norm would be the environment. I guess standing next to some 20 something Marine who can knot-hole a .45 at 50 yards plays havoc with your mind, no matter how you think you ‘feel’, LOL. A hearty salute to PFC Lamb though – this fine Marine helped me pull some of it back together with some quick guidance on the line. I feel a bit of a kindred spirit with this guy because (without getting too much into it) we’ve both gotten a bit of the shaft from our respective services — that and he’s from Jersey; he can’t be all bad.
Then there’s Perry…
