01. Shooting

On the second training week that trainee group went into a forest for gun shooting lessons. In July morning sun comes up earlier morning birds. Her very sweet dreams were been broken by gun shooting noise. She had gone out from the tent and went followed on the sounds. He stood at the shooting place and kept screwing holes. She also looked. When he had finished, she slowly came near by. "Nice shoot, - she said looking his deep blue eyes. - How many holes you made here, - she noticed. - May I touch your gun?"