PASSING THE BATON
“I WAS PROUD THAT I HAD WITNESSED THIS EVENT... USING THE MEMORIAL RIFLE”
A few years ago, I lost my father to cancer. He had spent his life serving others, first as a police officer and then later on as an Arkansas Game and Fish Warden. He had lost an eye at the age of six, and this prevented him from pursuing his dream of serving in the US military.
He actually managed to make it to boot camp in the Army by faking the eye exam, but then his drill sergeant caught him shooting left-handed and figured it out.
He always had a love of shooting, and even though blind in one eye, was an excellent shot, especially with a pistol. Many times, he would humble me by outshooting my long-barreled target pistols with his ‘back-up’ .38 Special snub nose.
When he passed away, my brother
