Well, I finally did it. I shot a Garand. Not well, but I did shoot it.
Stingray was spotting for me as I tried to hit the reduced silhouette 250 yards up the hill. I was getting closer with each shot but, wow - that rifle is heavy. I finished one clip (ping!) and just couldn't do anymore. It's a good thing we weren't depending on petite women with wimpy little noodle arms to win World War II or else we'd all be goosestepping and roasting schintzel over the crematoriums.