At that, I began. It was frustrating, at least. I focused on getting it done right, and while my accuracy thanked me for it, my speed payed. Soon enough, I was finished. At worst, my shots had been grazes, and I know I had hit every target, but needn't look at any scoreboard to see that my time did not stack up well. With a scowl, I turned to my CO. "Permission to go again, sir."