The recoil bruised my shoulder, which can happen if you don't know what you're doing. The brass shell casings disoriented me as they flew past my face. The smell of sulfur and destruction made me sick. The explosions loud like a bomb gave me a temporary form of PTSD. For at least an hour after firing the gun just a few times, I was anxious and irritable.
4 posted on 06/18/2016 6:27:36 PM PDT by COBOL2Java
(Donald Trump, warts and all, is not a public enemy. The Golems in the GOP are stasis and apathy)