Qualifying on the rifle range

In 1960 I trained with the Big Red One at Ft. Riley, Kan. We spent a week on the rifle range in tents on administrative bivouac. It rained the whole week. Late in the week I was firing from a prone position while it poured rain. I could feel water running down between my legs and over my testicles. For some reason I was shooting the best I had all week. A grizzled, Korean vet sergeant stood watching the target as I fired. He said, "Son, if you ever get in a firefight, pray for rain."

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