This happened to me a few years ago. I was one of several military groupies who were given a go with a Kalashnikov rifle. The weapon was set to fully-automatic and various people fired random bursts.
When my turn came I pointed the Kalash vertically into the air and looked over both shoulders before bringing it down into aiming position. Pointing to a fist-sized white stone some 30 yards away I said I was going to aim at it, and fired a single round after sighting carefully. The weapon's sights were bent and the bullet hit the ground high and to the right. Aiming low and to the left I got close enough to send the white stone rolling away a few yards.
As I adjusted the aim slightly and prepared to try again, the Kalash was snatched out of my hands - a dangerous thing to do I thought - and handed to one of the other groupies, who blasted away uselessly churning up the ground.
I was extremely annoyed, but what can you do? A few moments later one of the militants (they were the Polisario Front, an anti-Moroccan body) sidled up and asked discreetly where I had got my 'military training'. In the CCF at school, I said. They obviously didn't believe me.
Of course I have always liked firearms and when I was about 10 my good old father had taken out a .22 target weapon and let me shoot at tins off the back verandah. The houseboys loved it.
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