A short article on my grandfather
|Article on Grandpa Jack Howard Hatfield during WWII.....
Not the Real McCoy
Contributed by: George W. Ryder
Our company was firing for record on the rifle range. Weather conditions were at their worst; flurries of snow and sleet blown diagonally across the line of fire by a gusty wind prevented even those with superior skill from compiling a decent score.
But one private seemed little dismayed by the elements. Hatfield was from the southern hills and like his forebears, who had disagreed with the McCoys, he was keen of eye and as though as they come. When his turn came, an officer was startled to notice that Hatfield made a bull’s-eye every time. Sauntering over to where Hatfield was still methodically putting them through the black, he patted him on the back and said, “Nice shooting, young man.”
“Shucks, suh,” Hatfield replied, “tain’t nothin’ to it. This thing’s got sights on it.”