I’ve been in one firefight in my life. It involved me and a friend covering in a ditch trading bullets with some teenager in a thicket with an AK. I burned 90 rounds in about three minutes, mostly with “suppressive“ fire that was over a range of about 50 yards. It was definitely not the coolest or most composed or most glorious moment in the Army’s history. In hindsight, if I had to do it again, I would tell myself to slow down, breathe, look and squeeze. I think everyone involved in that situation panicked, and I don’t think there’s a way around that without extensive experience very few people have. Thing was, though, it ultimately wasn’t the capacity of my rifle that mattered, it was me remembering my training using the sites and crawling back up. I think the biggest lesson for me from that experience, aside from that I don’t like being shot at, was that if I am going to carry and use a firearm, I need to be very calm and very deliberate about how I do that, and I need to train to reinforce those skills.
Part of me wonders if I would have done a “better“ job of it if I hadn’t been so enthusiastic firing out rounds, but that’s a very different and difficult question.