The Test

It was a beautiful day in California and the weather was just right. You could feel the wind gently tickling your face. I felt like I was spending a day at the beach. The grass was alive, moving back and fourth. It had a dark green coat to it, tasting like it had been getting plenty of rain. I had a small piece of grass dangling from my mouth - as if I was John …

…I aimed center mass at one of the spotters and took deep slow breaths to slow my heart rate down. The rifle fire surprised me like it was supposed to and I went undetected. I broke my position down and left my shooting position, knowing I passed one of the many tests that I would soon face in the future. It was ok because I loved it. I had lived for this kind of adventure.