Mosin almost broke my collar bone

The recoil bruised my shoulder, which can happen if you don’t know what you’re doing. The brass shell casings disoriented me as they flew past my face. The smell of sulfur and destruction made me sick. The explosions — loud like a bomb — gave me a temporary form of PTSD. For at least an hour after firing the gun just a few times, I was anxious and irritable.
 
Probably better than being the size of a fattened steer I reckon.
Still going with the cheeseburger PPE I see?
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