Such frustration is beyond my comprehension, being in the middle of a fire fight, and the rifle doesn’t go bang when they pull the trigger.
Inexcusable. Too bad so much living, breathing, lowlife trash in our gubmint that would give these frontline guys and gals anything but the best.
They gave us M-16 A1's with MILES gear and blanks.
Long story short: The Ft. Drum OPFOR, all experienced Rangers in their 30's, infiltrated the camp and "killed" us all the first night.
(Oh, and they were carrying AK's, and that stuff about "distinctive sound" is right on. That and the huge muzzle flash was a downright eye-opener).
Next night, we killed each other, shooting at shadows, all hyped up with adrenaline, waiting for OPFOR to attack us again.
Them there Rangers were a lot smarter than us. They knew fratricide was gonna happen. Inexperience sucks.
Anyway, those dirty 223 blanks from the Viet Nam era stopped our rifles from functioning withing six rounds. Dirty, sooty things.
All I could think was, what if this was real? We were all dead. Several times over.