by Brigid
March 4, 2010
Home on the Range
It was one of those sticky days in early September,when the thought of another day of play was tickling my conscious like a pilfered cookie. From my room I could hear the siren call of those last bronze days of summer, moving like music, flowing like honey in bright sunlight that danced against my window. I was in grade school and it was time to seize the day, as school was starting very soon.
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by Jay
March 4, 2010
Rifles, Pistols, and Jay
Update: The recruit was in a parking lot adjacent to the academy.
Over at Maddened Fowl there’s a story about a police recruit who shot himself in the leg unloading a personally owned firearm in his car. Internal affairs is investigating because apparently they aren’t supposed to bring firearms to the training area.
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