Eighty years ago this winter, a freezing Finnish farm boy took aim at the unstoppable Red Army — and became the greatest sharpshooter the world has ever seen.

In 1985, a 16-year-old dropout showed up to school with a shotgun. Everyone said it was just a fluke.

After we were both shaken by the killing of Philando Castile, I promised my father I'd learn to shoot.

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One South African ex-con spends his days defusing deadly encounters by getting right up in the middle of things.