"But mostly, I was just terrified. The recoil
bruised my shoulder, ... The brass shell
casings disoriented me as they flew past
my face. The smell of sulfur and
destruction made me sick. The explosions — loud like a bomb —
gave me a temporary form
of PTSD. For at least an
hour after firing the gun
just a few times, I was
anxious and irritable. Reporter Gersh Kuntzman
is get to recover from being
a colossal pussy
