This thread was brought to my attention, and I was asked to reply.
Why?
Heck if I know, I am nobody and as dumb as brick.
-I have never been in the Military, I am not a LEO and I have never attended a known gun school. (There were no such schools when I was coming up).
-I have never played paintball, nor have I ever shot a paint ball gun.
-I have never played a video game as pertains to guns, fighting and the like.
The only two I have were some simple car race ones I did as a volunteer in a Ped's Hospital. This young peds patient, with Leukemia, wanted to mess with these new games some private business donated and wanted me to play with him, he got a kick out of teaching me, and winning all the races.
Warning, some of what comes next might not be approved , or liked by Staff, or members.
I had "mentors" and started very very young.
Some of these mentors were LEO, Military, or had other very serious, real world experiences, and "occupations".
Big Boy Rules, hot range, and Basically the 3 rules of gun safety ( yes, this is that far back, and later rule 3 was split to make rule 4) and these folks, got down to my little kid level to communicate, but the lessons were of a real world nature.
Backing up, I shot handguns at age 3, rifle at age 4 and shotgun at age 5.
I was born in the mid 50's for a time line.
This is what I was exposed to, a real Gunny, using language , on a real Military base, and there I was watching.
He had folks going under a "sheet" of wire, and he was shooting over them!
Big Boy rules, don't act like a baby, this was really what these folks had been through in war, and these folk might very well be in the same situation.
He is shooting a Carbine over them.
$#%*ing maggots, raise your head, and you are dead!
Folks kept their heads down...
So I was not even in first grade, and we are out with these lessons.
Now, "that" water pistol ( blue ones) were teaching tools, and "real guns" so I am being mentored and I am getting shot with water because I did not do what I am supposed to and "got dead".
No sniffle, no whining, no nothing. I messed up big time, so accept it, as I own it, and straighten up and get my little skinny self and butt back in the game and "&^%it, get it right this time!"
I did, I wanted "it" , I was willing, and these folks I call Mentors, took me under wings and shared with me.
Army Helmets were the old steel "pots" with a liner.
W-a-y too big for a wittle kid, but improvised to get one to fit my head.
Mild loads of wax bullets, .38spl, and 32 cal in revolvers.
They shot that helmet with a wax bullet.
Then I shot the helmet, with a wax bullet.
I am shown , as they always did, MY safety was real important, and they were watching out for me.
They had earned my trust, still they always made sure, I knew.
I messed up again, I did not scan, and got shot in the head by a wax bullet.
Scared the crap out of me.
Unlike a water pistol that gun made real gun noise, and that wax bullet had a lot more force than water.
I was stunned, upset, all sorts of stuff.
I messed up, and said to them I did, and wanted to know what I did wrong and how to do better.
I got shot from behind, sorta on the right, and I looked at that helmet, and thought about my head, and what all I had seen real bullets do to animals and everything.
So one mentor put on a helmet, got where I was was and another mentor and I walked up like I had been walked up upon.
He picked me up to let me see better.
I showed him from my short size what I thought I looked like.
"Okay, you are thinking" and everyone came over, squatted down to see from my size, what I thought I looked like.
These folks looked at stuff from my perspective, and I got lifted up to see from theirs.
"One learns from teaching, so you have taught us something".
Yeah , maybe so, but I had been shot in the head and still not feeling very good about it.
Safety was a big deal, everything checked, marked, watched and everything.
I messed up another time, and a primer only shotgun shell was fired and "You are dead".
They distracted me, and I saw what they wanted me to see, and I run smack dab into evil with a shotgun -"bang".
I grew up with stuff like this, these Mentors , cared, and shared.
"Pay attention" and one Mentor tripped a wire and "bang".
Claymore.
Boy, that got my attention!
"WE never want you to ever trip a wire, because if you do, we will have to stop what we are doing and bury your ass".
Gulp!
So they had some "poppers" that would go bang, but do confetti.
They went through what the lesson was, it had trip wires.
"Can we go through that again before I have to do that by myself?
"Hell No! In the real world you don't to walk through, like you just did, so what did you learn so far?"
"Not sure what answer you want, but I feel like I have to pay attention to stuff, but not one thing, but lots of stuff at the same time".
I did not trip a wire during that lesson.
I got yelled at to hurry up, move faster, and even used some of them words I was not supposed to around ladies, but I did not trip any wires.
I was allowed to shoot my very own revolver, rifle, and shotgun all by myself.
Just get my gun and go to safe places and shoot.
"You shoot yourself, don't come running back whining about it, and don't be late for lunch/dinner".
This bunch was know to set up trip wires and other tests, where I would be heading over to shoot.
They were on porches or near enough, and just waiting for me to mess up.
I missed a tin can from about a foot one time, because about the time I pulled the trigger, I felt something near my leg...so I scooted back when I fired and darn it!
They were getting more sneaky on wires.
In a shoot house we had, I was told to run in and check out this new thing they had built.
No guns, nothing, just run in to see how this "house" was
I run in, hit the throw rug and the next thing I know, I am "down in a hole" looking up to see the floor.
They are looking down, with them grins they had.
"So Young'Un, what have you learned so far?
That was always asked - "What did you learn today?" and/or "what have you learned so far?".
No Paintball, we had BB guns back then.
I am still a kid, and I taken into a real Operating Room and watch a real surgery, and bullets being removed or real shotgun pellets.
I had seen animals , but these were real men and women!
I was taken to a morgue, and taken into a medical school were students learn on cadavers.
This was w-a-y different that the Vet doing a autopsy on a pet dawg!
And the dawg was something else itself!
I watched a guy shoot himself in the leg, doing quick draw, I was right there, behind him, and to his right.
We took him to a doctor and again, I was right there watching him being attended to.
All this as a kid, no paintball, just some real life lessons about all this stuff.
Which for me , I am very grateful to have had Mentors do this. Because I was still a kid, when I had to stop my first threat with a firearm and did.
Rabid dawg chasing down a kid, he had already been bitten.
I would do that again a short time later, with two rabid dawgs chasing a younger sib.
I was ~ 13 and would stop a very very serious threat, with a firearm, against 3 adult males , armed.
No paintball, perhaps I did not have some of the childhood other kids my age had, as I was raised into something and life for me was serious from the get-go.
Big Boy Rules, times were different, hot ranges, 3 rules and not only taught how to shoot, but defensive shooting and what they called "offensive" shooting.
Just a kid, mentors having me crawl with my rifle or handgun and sneak around like a sniper and not be detected and shoot targets.
Get yelled at if they saw me, get yelled at if my shots were not good, and did not know how to tell them that a snake was in my way one time, and was sorta stuck and could not move, and that is why it took me so long to get to where I could take a shot.
All I will add is, I really miss my mentors and elders I had and are now gone.
I am so grateful.
I know the sound of real bullets exploding the glass just behind my head, I know the sights and sounds of a full load of .357 going off at bad breath distance, and that bullet ripping through the other fella's shoulder.
He and his bypassed an alarm, and I unlocked a door to find a gun in my face.
My experiences are what they are, many folks have more and more serious ones, but mine are mine, and I own them.
Some say a kid should not have to go through some of what I did go through.
Mentors shared in war, kids go through this all the time, not a game, just a way of life, so listen and learn from real stuff in the world and on the streets.
*shrug*