"Tonight you will have hand gun practice until midnight then we'll run another mile and so. Tomorrow morning we'll be up at four a.m. for more of the same and so on through the week."
"After we work out in the morning I'll show you how I would have killed Sandy here. When I'm finished you'll be trained killers. You may not be fit to live among decent people."
He turned and Extended his hand to Tad. Tad looked at him with a little less than complete trust. He took the hand that was offered him. Brian pulled him up, as Tad came up he hooked his elbow around the mans neck and the instructor threw him again.
Sandy your a slow learner, I was trained in China by masters in the art. Your out of your class. You don't stand a chance. Give it up.
Tad thoroughly enjoyed most of the small arms class. In the classroom they were shown a variety of weapons suitable for use by under cover agents. The instructor showed them how they were used. They were shown different kinds of explosives more so they would be able to recognize them than any thing else. As they were not to be saboteurs there was little need for them learn to much about them.
Tad had been issued a 38 caliber revolver as his service pistol. He thought it a little old fashioned and he wished he could have the German Luger that he carried during the war. The revolver with its short barrel was more suitable to carry in a shoulder holster though.
At the shooting range he did well and the pistol shooting was cut short. Instead he practiced the codes he might require should he need to contact his superiors for instructions or help by radio in an emergency.
The next day he was issued an Army automatic. This weapon took a lot more practice than the little Special. The was not extended to be carried on his person, but as Fire power in a real battle. He also had to learn to disassemble and assemble put it together in the dark.
That night he was handed in the darkness an Army covered in mud the instructor said. Sandy you just dove head first into a ditch your gun is jammed up with mud the enemy is advancing on you. Five minutes is all you have till your brains get scattered across the mud. Take apart, clean and get it together. He died three times, each time it was dunked in a bucket of mud again. The fourth, fifth and sixth tries he was successful.
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