Aiming with a mouse or keyboard is NOT the same as handling a real gun! Need I point out.

So true.  An eight year old boy in my class was very excited to receive an invitation to a classmate’s birthday party at a bowling alley.  Little “Marcus” was decidedly unpopular because of his superior attitude towards others when it came to academics and his spoiled rotten attitude with everything else.  Not noticing that every child and the two teachers were invited, he loudly proclaimed how he was “great at bowling,” and would win every game, going home with “a ton of prizes.”  
The birthday boy rolled his eyes and murmured to his seat mate, “There goes Marcus bragging again.”
After enduring three school days of Marcus’s boasting, the party day arrived.  Nearly everyone gathered at the bowling alley where a section had been reserved.  As soon as Marcus and his mother arrived, the trouble began.  “It’s too loud, Mama!  How come it’s so loud?”  “There’s the prizes!  I’m gonna open one.”  (They weren’t prizes; they were Leo’s birthday gifts.). His mother pulled him away and Marcus bit her hand.  A mother-son slap fest ensued until another mother offered a cupcake.)  The children and adults were split into teams, about which Marcus whined. He didn’t want a girl called Latchmi on his team and said to her, “Go away. You smell like poop.”  There was a big commotion in which Marcus made an insincere apology and Latchmi switched teams.  We got the children lined up to receive their balls and try them out.  Marcus looked around asking for “the wand.”  His mother showed him a magenta colored ball which he rejected as being “a girl color.”  She let him pick his own ball that happened to be already claimed by another child.  That boy and his teenaged sister reluctantly gave it over.  Marcus’s mother held it with in place with Marcus’s fingers in the holes, then counted to three and let go.  Marcus and the ball fell straight to the floor and the ball rolled slowly to the right gutter and disappeared.  Marcus’s score, Zero.  “Mama, where’s the wand?  I want the wand!  This isn’t bowling!  It’s a stupid game!  I hate it!  Gimme a prize!  I wanna prize!”  He snatched a large wrapped gift and began tearing off the paper.  Mama pulled him backwards and Leo began I got crying as he tried to rescue his gift.  Several boys and one girl jumped into the fray.  Latchmi ran and cowered in a corner.  Most of the children stood back, looking shocked.  Marcus proceeded to have a full-blown tantrum, kicking, pounding the floor, spitting, and cussing.  Poor Leo stood there and wailed.  Leo’s mother approached Marcus’s mother and politely and firmly told her to take Marcus home.  She did so, but only after rudely informing her that her son thought it was a Wii bowling party, that if she’d known, she wouldn’t have brought her darling to be humiliated in front of his classmates, and that she was taking the gift that Marcus had unwrapped and would purchase a replacement.  
Marcus was expelled from school for stabbing a girl’s eardrum about six weeks after ruining Leo’s party.  I’ve lost track of him.  But I know he is out there, somewhere, a simmering Millennial volcano waiting to be woken up.  Scary!

Marcus would be about 21 or 22.  I know of no branch of the military that would put up with him.  Unless he’s undertaken to improve his physical condition, he’d be laughed out of the recruiting office.  I recall seeing him at a graduation about five or six years ago, and he was very obese.  Wii bowling and piles of hot wings tend to do that to the human body.