You cannot invade the mainland United States. There would be a rifle behind every blade of grass. Quote sometimes attributed to Japanese Admiral Yamamoto (often disputed).
The sun peeked over the horizon, a thin-air chill clinging to the foothill shooting range. Shades of gray and purple greeted a city below just stirring from slumber, cars humming along the interstate rimming Green Mountain. Awakening unusually early I was meeting friends.
Officers in almost every jurisdiction are required to demonstrate proficiency with firearms on a regular basis. Most will enjoy long, fulfilling careers never firing a shot in anger. Too many will rely on their sidearm or long gun to defend themselves, or someone around them. The majority of encounters are sharp, intense battles measured in seconds. Situational awareness, instantaneous decisions, and first-round accuracy can spell the difference between survival and an elaborate funeral.
So my friends - range instructors all - met me in the early morning hours for pointers, a qualification course and some cop camaraderie. I got to shoot a lot, learned a ton about trigger control (stop it...you know who you are) and was invited to expend a magazine of .223 through an amazing AR platform. Of course I accepted.
And I passed the qual course.
Mornings like this keep me coming back for more. Thanks, guys.