human
I'm getting so I can't miss, he said to Major Perdue.
gpt
I wasted twenty-four cartridges trying to miss the bull's eye, but I couldn't do it. I don't know what to make of it, he complained.
human
There must be something wrong with me. That kind of shooting don't look reasonable. I'm afraid something is going to happen to me. It may be a sign that I'm going to fall over a cellar-door and break my neck, or tumble downstairs and injure my spine.