Chapter 16: Sandbag Unit

I wanted to go prone and shoot, but that wasn’t an option. So instead, I opted for a seated firing position. Crossing my legs, I sat down. I braced the butt of the stock against my right shoulder and rested my cheek against the side. The cold metal against my cheek sent a chill through me. I’d taken off my helmet. That coolness was oddly pleasant on my overheated skin. Inhale. Exhale. Aim. A routine that kicks in the moment I think about it. For some reason, the color blue came to mind. I…