Gabby
This is where I belong. This is where I fit. I"m a soldier. I have not been given my uniform yet because I haven"t officially been put in a unit, but I know I will be. This is what I was meant to do.
I pull the headphones down over my ears and square myself to the target. The simple round targets have been replaced by silhouettes of actual people. I"ve been told that this usually means that this isn"t just target practice anymore. We"re training for a mission. I raise my arm and tilt it sideways. This is my favorite stance. I squint my eyes and pull the trigger once; the bullet pierces the heart. Twice, it hits the head. The third bullet hits the eye. I never miss my targets. I feel good with a g*n in my hand; powerful. Both Floridaland and Texas made me feel weak, unable to protec
