“He shot high. I didn’t.”

I wanted to throw some linky love in the direction of the American Rifleman for this profile of the amazing Walter R. Walsh. A couple of quotes to pique your interest:

In 1928 he joined the New Jersey National Guard, made its rifle team and attended the National Matches at Camp Perry, Ohio, that same year. Two years later, he shot in the Sea Girt Interstate Tournament and won both the rifle and pistol championships as well as the Governor’s Trophy for shooting the 1,200 yd. long-range service rifle championship with a perfect score, using iron sights. [Italics in the original – DB]

The front door glass exploded, and Walsh was hit twice; once in the chest into his lung and once in his right hand, in which he held the .45. The bullet that hit his thumb also hit the pistol’s stock and magazine. Walter threw down the now useless pistol and, with the .357 in his left hand, fired through the front door. He put Shaffer down with fatal hits and went outside.

As the young Marines were firing back, they heard the steady blast of a .45 in “perfect timed fire,” an enemy soldier down with each shot. Fifty plus years later I asked Walter about this incident. After a thoughtful pause, he replied, “It wasn’t timed fire.”

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