"The people of the United States would never approve of this. They would never allow us to teach nine year old kids how to shoot a gun. But you," The woman pauses as she scans the room making sure that all eyes are on her. "You all, are no ordinary kids."
We all focus on the woman, she's all dressed in black and has her hair pulled into a high ponytail. She introduced herself as Miss Ally earlier today. Last week we had a lesson about noticing details. Details are very important, or so we were told.
I notice my nineteen other classmates are doing the same thing, scanning and memorizing everything about Miss Ally.
"We will begin with a basic shot gun and by the end of the day we will be using pistols. Now each move behind a gun but do not touch."
Obediently we each move to a little station with a shotgun. Miss Ally instructs us to put on clear safety glasses.
Miss Ally shows us the trigger, the barrel, and where the ammunition goes. Basically she teaches us everything we would need to know about a gun. Then we move on to shooting it.
At first we have trouble hitting targets.
But by the end of the day we are using human looking figures as the targets.
I aim my gun for the heart and I hit it right on the target. Every single time.
It wasn't long before we were actually shooting real people in real missions.
We never had much of a childhood.
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