The post yesterday got me to thinking and reminiscing about the few times I've seen bullets fly. That post yesterday was the first time I watched a bullet fly all the way to the target, but there have been other times that I've seen bullets fly.
Of course, tracer rounds, from every caliber from 5.56 to 120mm. Tracers don't count.
Back in 1974 I was at Fort Riley, KS, and went through an artillery familiarization, to show non-artillery types how a firing battery works We worked the Fire Direction Center, then went out to the guns, reviewed the sighting system, then did a crew drill on the guns. On firing one round, I happened to look at the muzzle, and watched a 105mm round leave the gun. For just a second I followed it as it sailed across a cerulean blue sky.
And mortar rounds, of course. I used to be fairly adept at seeing a 4.2" mortar round on it's terminal plunge. I'd ask the other soldiers if they could see the round just before impact. Some of them could, some of them couldn't.
Studying long range riflery, many of us have seen the "trace" of a bullet as it displaces the air around it, especially on a humid morning. We're not looking at the bullet, but we're seeing the air around it move. It's pretty cool if you've never seen it.
Once, years ago, a bunch of us were qualifying for the yearly police quals, and we were on an outdoor range in north Louisiana. The weather threatened to be hot, as Louisiana summers are, and the folks wanted to get done early before heat exhaustion became an issue. We got started early, and as I was watching the line, I noticed sparkling downrange. I realized that the targets were oriented to the west, and the rising sun was coming in over the shooters left shoulder. What I was seeing was the sun glinting off the base of the bullet as it flew to the target.
Pretty cool stuff, sometimes.