For a brief second I thought it was a photo from the day the lieutenants were fired from my job! sdb, what academy were you at in 1981? I went to Somerville and they couldn't afford aprons. However there was a kid they had caught breaking into a cops car two days before and he sort of limped back and forth between us handing us rounds as we needed them. If he was slow, the instructor would yell something like, "Hey you, that was MY car." and the kid would pick up the pace hobbling like he was being chased by a BIG german shepherd.(We did our shooting at Camp Curtis Guild.) He'd fall, drop several rounds and then scramble back to his feet yelling, "NOT AGAIN, PLEASE, NOT AGAIN!" We were never really sure what he meant. Entertaining AND instructional!