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When I was about 10 years old my brother and I were shooting b-b guns in the front yard. We had a house back in the woods with a creek in the front. Now, I said we were shooting "guns" but we only had one Daisy multi-pump B-B gun which I rarely let the little guy touch. My Brother was just over 8 at the time but you could see the bad ass in him brewing. I took a few potshots at some squirrels and chimpmunks running around. It seems a bit cruel looking back but we had the full support and encouragement of our father. Ya see, chipmunks like to burrow tunnels underground and if you have a lot of them they will burrow under your house and eventually compromise the foundation of said house. At ten years old I didn't need an explanation however. All my Dad had to do was put the gun in my hand and say give 'em hell. My brother and I were dubbed Chipmunk Patrol right then and there. On this particular day there seemed to be a shortage of varmit to shoot at. As I stood in the gravel drive pumping the gun till it could pump no more I finally found a target that suited me....my 8 year old brother. As he stood in front of me patiently waiting to get his chance to be a big kid, I pointed the gun at his stomach and preceeded to blast him at point blank range. The bb somehow made it through his Army camo jacket and under his skin. Suprisingly enough, he didn't shed a tear. But the look in his eyes made me realize that something had changed between us. 18 years later, that damn bb is still under his skin, reminding us of when we used to shine.