Harp shooter
The glaring sun burned in the still, humid air. The clouds had fled. The bugs had not. Courtney Hershey Bress was starting to sweat in places under her helmet and harness. She laid down in the hot sand and looked at the rows of targets in front of her, and beyond at the pine-covered hills around Columbia, South Carolina.The loudspeaker from the range tower blared, “Ready on the firing line. Commence firing.” With hands that...