a good day at the rifle range, many years ago...

mark brewer

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i told this tale on another gun forum, but i feel like telling it again. maybe it'll be of some small interest to somebody.

in 1976, at the age of 17 and a half, i joined the kentucky national guard and just as the summer was getting hot, i found myself up in the middle of army basic training at sunny fort jackson, south carolina. a sand pit.

i admit that i was not great soldier material. i was much more interested in the 3Gs (girls, grass, and guitars) than anything else. i was sort of ...pushed... into joining the military.

so, you know, if you were in the military, they love you if you can shoot at something and actually hit what you're shooting at. well, i wasn't good at marching or shining my boots, but i went out to that firing range and fired expert, 65 out of 80. i don't remember for sure, but i think i was the only one in my platoon to do so.

but what's interesting is how i did it. the week before we went to the rifle range, i was on a detail in on office. in this office was a rubber m-16 and a target. an NCO, an E-7. had me to get down in the floor and practice breathing and squeezing the trigger. over and over. so that was a help.

but then, he told me something that made even more difference to me. he told me (more or less) "when you get out on the range, don't aim at the middle of the target. aim at right where the target meets the ground and your bullet will hit the ground and knock little pieces of rocks and dirt up and it will hit the target and knock it down."

so. i get out on the range and at first i was just blasting away, like everybody else and not getting the results i wanted. i mean, hell, i was 17. i knew more than anybody about anything. then i remembered what he told me and i started doing it and the targets fell real consistently after that. and i fired expert and that meant i got to ride in a truck when everybody else was running in the SC heat and therefore i survived basic training.

a couple of years ago, i was thinking about this and realized what had happened. aiming at the base of the target meant i was frequently hitting the ground some inches in front of the target, then the bullet was tumbling as it flew into the target. a broadside bullet was more likely to knock the target down. furthermore, if you were aiming at the center of the target. you were less likely to knock it down because the damn things were full of bullet holes!

so i wish i could thank that kind E-7 who helped me fire expert, but i never saw him again.

SO: if you are a young guy or gal getting ready for BCT, remember this. will it work on those fancy plastic targets they use on the range these days? i do not know. but if the targets ain't falling like you want them to, it's worth a try!
 
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When I first shot a snub nose I thought I was doing pretty good. The targets were full of holes. But the holes looked kinda funny. They were all different shapes and sizes. Turns out I was shooting the ground in front of the target
 
When I first shot a snub nose I thought I was doing pretty good. The targets were full of holes. But the holes looked kinda funny. They were all different shapes and sizes. Turns out I was shooting the ground in front of the target


well, you gotta make the bullets tumble around. then they hit the target, sorta.
 
Lovely Fort Jackson, South Carolina! So many fond memories! Two story wooden barracks buildings with notices on all doors prohibiting human occupancy, but they moved us in anyway. I suspect that the penalties for violating the written occupancy orders were less than the penalties for tearing down the posted notices. No heat, no hot water, half-mile march to the nearest showers. Please don't get me started on the so-called "mess hall" facility.

Until fairly recently I could still recite the serial number of my rifle in basic training, but my old brain has given up that information. I remember that it was manufactured by TRW Corporation (a satellite communications company, I believe). US Rifle M14, caliber 7.62mm, gas-operated, shoulder-fired, magazine-fed, semi and fully automatic infantry combat weapon. Held in one hand and shaken vigorously, my M14 sounded like a bucket full of nickels in the back of a pickup truck on a rough road; shall we just say that it had been quite well used before I was introduced.

Range qualification day, a major event in army basic training! Shooting from standing, kneeling, sitting, prone, and foxhole positions. 82 targets at ranges from 75 meters to 360 meters, pop-up silhouette targets with variable times allowed depending on range. 84 rounds of ammunition allowed.

Somehow, my sleep-deprived teenaged body managed to drop all 82 targets, and I turned in two live rounds. Literally, a perfect score.

Staff Sergeant Gilcrest, my platoon drill sergeant, was given maximum bragging rights. The 4-foot tall rifle trophy was delivered to our company day room, where it was displayed prominently (I know that because I had to pull day room duty and mop the floor from time to time). Pictures taken, published in the post newspaper. As a Private E-1 in basic training I skipped Private E-2 completely, promoted to Private First Class E-3 on graduation. 3-day off-post pass (something nearly unheard of, back in those days) starting Friday 1700 and ending Monday 0600, spent in luxurious comfort at the Heart of Columbia Motel for the princely sum of $5.00 per night.

During the final week of basic training SSG Gilcrest absolutely reveled in grilling his platoon on the basics of the rifle:

What is that in your hands, private? Drill Sergeant, this is my rifle!

Tell me about your rifle, private! Drill Sergeant, my rifle is the US Rifle, M14, caliber 7.62mm, it is a gas-operated, shoulder-fired, magazine-fed, semi and fully automatic infantry weapon!

SSG Gilcrest continued down the line and always finished with me:

Private, what is the maximum effective range of your rifle? The book answer was 360 meters, but I always dead-panned him and replied "Drill Sergeant, the maximum effective range of my rifle is as far as I can see and identify my target!"

SSG Gilcrest always grinned from ear to ear. Who was going to argue with a perfect score?
 
I have one of those little "expert" badges from Fort Jackson, SC, USA. Shoulda shot better than I did, but it is what it is. That's the reason I'm half deaf (or more) today. No hearing protection at all.

Anybody remember "Tank Hill?"

Have a blessed day,

Leon
 

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