Yet one more missive from my land of birth, and an-other advisement that six more former acquaintances have headed off to the great shooting range in the sky. After multiple similar notifications over the past decade, I have no choice but to start wondering when my number is coming up-and also what possible benefit (if any) I will leave behind on the firearms training and tactics field. It's not that the latest correspondence has left me morose and disconsolate. But it is a warning that the hand on the clock has inexorably reached the eleventh hour-and there's only one more numeral before my guns turn into pumpkins. It's time to take stock, look into the mirror of life, and mentally balance the achievements and failures ledger.
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