I felt an overwhelming sense of stress in my 19th year in the army. I experienced a poignant and seminal moment when I went to the 9 mm range. I did my first iteration and flunked. I tried 3 more times with more intensity. I could not qualify on the 9 mm. It was quite humbling because I had a background in aviation and tanks. I had qualified with a 120 mm cannon but not on the smallest gun in the army. I had intimations that I was not good for the army and I became irrelevant. It was my duty to retire and get out. I was sad for myself but I had to be honest and prepare myself to hang up my boots. Sometimes that is just the way of the world.
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