I hear gunfire
Sitting in my nice quiet little country town on a Sunday morning I hear gunfire. Not just one or two shots from the riffle range, but a sortie of bullets flying around the high school shot from fully automatic weapons. There are road blocks in town, manned by armed guards and army trucks. There are soldiers wandering the streets on patrol, guns at the ready. It's a very surreal experience, like all of a sudden we are at war. We are not at war. At least not on home soil. The Army Reserve is in town practicing for urban warfare. They are using our quiet little town as a training ground to hone their skills. In the middle of town is a display set up with information for townspeople and recruitment forms for people to join up. One weekend a month, two weeks a year.






