"If I run out of rifle rounds I have my sidearm. If my sidearm runs out of ammo, I have my knife." She unsheathed her kukri and flicked it over in her hands, catching it by the tip, then flicked it over back to the grip and sheathed it. "I don't discount the merits of learning how to handle hand to hand weaponry. But bows? Bullets are cheaper, lighter, smaller, easier to make, easier to carry, easier to conceal, easier to use, and vastly more effective than arrows. 

"But perhaps a situation will come where I am forced to resort to a bow taken off a dead warrior. Perhaps a situation will come in which I am forced to fight using only a Groucho Marx mask and a rubber chicken. The first rule of an army - you train how you fight. If you train us to fight with bows you are expecting us to fight with bows. That will not win us this war."

She started pacing, her arms crossed. "You want to win this war? Because if you want to fight this war on the same footing as the Gods you will lose, this refuge will be destroyed, and everyone in it will die. You face a foe with superior numbers and superior powers. Do you think to win through the power of sheer willpower? Because we are in the right? That isn't the world we live in."

Victoria paused a moment. "You want to win this war? Learn from the examples of those who fought giants and won. Look at David, who bested a man thrice his size, armed and armored to the teeth. And how? Because David did not fight the battle Goliath wanted. He forced Goliath to fight his battle, and because of it Goliath took a stone to the face, and a sword through the neck. We cannot base our strategies, our tactics on our enemy, because our enemy is the master of those tactics. Learn from modern armies, marching into wars against small, flexible groups, and no matter their military success they simply cannot win. We can use those same tactics." 

"The enemy comes to us. And because of that we have an advantage. We can choose the battlefield, and choose how the battle is fought. But this? This will avail us nothing. For a few thousand dollars we could have a Kalashnikov for every person in this refuge, and for only a little more tens of thousands of rounds, enough to start our own apocalypse. It will take these children months to be battlefield proficient with even the most basic shortbow. Give me a week and a box of rifles and I can turn every one of them into a sharpshooter."