Hard Drill Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I heard him saying “Move, move”
Shoes together, lie down and prove
The instructor was just behind
He was upset and did not find us ready

We wee told to line up
Take position and try for cup
It was final count down
The position was to be known later

We were firing across
The bull was just right across the face
It was seen near but was far
The legs were wide and apart

He came from behind and kicked
The legs and its position were corrected
“Fire” was order he gave with authority
We fired one by one with peculiarity

Many fired still over head
The bull point was shown and led
We were continuously aiming
The target was suddenly claiming

It was nice experience
As shooting was not easy chance
It was done in group and was considered essential
It was part of training and considered as hard drill