2nd Lt. Val Browning in France with an early prototype version. It's nice to have your Dad looking out for you.
I would rather have an M14, but.....
The M1A is very close to me, like 6 feet close.
My weapon of choice any day.. Never got to shoot one.. That thing could toss a lot of lead quick.. Lugging ammo must have been a bugger tho. Need a pack mule..
I’ve shot the Browning...very hard to keep on target from a standing position...after first few shots on FA you are shooting the sky. Much better from proned out position.
Clear the Road!
Nothing has the same sound as a BAR on full auto. It’s like a Thompson sub — unique sound signature.
I’ll bump that, hell yeah!
Kirby on “Combat.”
But here is what i think, its evolving into having counter fire power againsts others in areas of dense events like the concert hall, you cannot conceal a BAR, to me its more like whats best could be the Glock 23 with +2 mag extensions, and though i do not own one NOW..... i want a 5.7, 20 round mags, excellant penetration against light body armor if terrorists have them, which you must assume they will.
Bank robber Clyde Barrow’s favorite weapon was the BAR. Bank robbers liked to cut the stocks and barrels down to make them more portable.
A good friend of mine recounted how he was trained as a medic but as soon as he arrived in Vietnam, his platoon sergeant handed him a BAR and corresponding ammo..........LOL!
Light weight?
Compared to what?
When created, the M1918 BAR was a very good weapon but by WWII, it was obsolete but the US army kept using it in quantity on into the Korean War.
from Unintended Consequences
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“Many of you may assume that this weapon is of necessity much more cumbersome to handle than the Krag or Springfield, and that as a machine rifle, is of little use firing single shots. That is not true, as you
will now see.”
As the Winchester rep said the words, John Browning watched a slender man of about fortyfive with a mustache step up to the firing line. Strong gusts of wind were blowing in from offshore, and the man removed his hat and laid it on the table, weighting down the brim with two loaded magazines.
“This is Ad Topperwein, who works for us. He’s going to give a little demonstration of just how manageable this rifle is on single fire. I’ll let him tell you what he’s going to do.” The factory rep stepped aside and took a seat. Topperwein held up some steel discs for the audience to see, and then addressed the crowd.
“It’s very windy today, and we need a target that won’t blow around so much. The fellows in the machine shop had some inch-and-a-half steel rod, and I asked them to chuck it up in the lathe and cut off some quarter-inch thick sections.” He held one of the steel discs edgewise for the audience to view. “They shouldn’t move around too much in the wind,” he explained.
“What’s this fellow think he’s going to do with them?” John Browning whispered to his brother. “Shoot them out of the air with a seventeen-pound machine rifle that fires from an open bolt?”
It soon became apparent that that was exactly what Ad Topperwein intended to do. The audience watched with rapt attention as an assistant took a stack of the heavy steel discs and stepped seven or eight paces away from Topperwein towards the ocean. Topp picked up one of the BARs that had just been used in the endurance demonstration, pulled back the bolt, and inserted a loaded twenty-round magazine. He held the weapon at waist level.
“All twenty face-on. Throw the next one as soon as you hear the shot,” Topperwein instructed his thrower.
The man nodded and tossed the first disc twenty feet into the air, spinning it like a phonograph record so that it did not tumble. Topp threw the BAR to his shoulder and the gun fired as the disc neared the apex of its ascent. Immediately the thrower sent another disc aloft.
In less than thirty seconds Topp had fired twenty shots. The audience had strained to watch the discs move or to hear the impact of the bullets on them. It appeared that some of them had wobbled, but the muzzle blast of the weapon drowned out any noise of bullet impacting steel.
“I think he hit a couple of them,” Browning said to his brother with genuine admiration in his voice. At sixty-two, John Browning averaged over ninety-five percent at trap, and he could not imagine hitting a single one of the steel discs using a machine rifle firing from an open bolt.
The audience watched the thrower walk around and pick up the twenty steel discs that lay on the ground.
When he brought them over to the group for their inspection, John Browning drew his breath in abruptly.
All twenty discs had 3/8” holes in them, very near the center in each case. The metal had flowed back in a lip around the circumference of each hole, as is typical when a high velocity bullet meets mild steel, and each hole was washed with silvery metal from the cupro-nickel jacket of the .30 caliber bullet.
“The current issue round is a 172-grain bullet, but I’m shooting up some old stock with the 150-grain slug.
What the soldiers are getting now is much better at long range, but the 150 is faster up close, and it’s a lot
faster than the old Krag load,” Topp explained. “It goes through quarter-inch mild steel without giving much notice.” He removed the empty magazine from the gun and replaced it with a full one. “Put ‘em all up again, same way, only edgewise this time,” he instructed his thrower. “Stand a couple steps closer— this gets a little harder.”
The man scaled the first disc upwards with its edge to Topperwein and the crowd, and Topp threw the BAR to his shoulder. This time when the gun fired, the blast was followed by a howling noise as the disc was driven spinning far out over the ocean. The thrower immediately scaled the next one into the air with identical results. In a short time, eighteen of the steel discs had been sent screaming out over the water, hit on the edge by a one-third ounce bullet traveling at over twice the speed of sound. Topp had missed two of the targets. He put the BAR back on the table and went to pick up the two discs he had missed. Ad Topperwein examined them, then turned to the awestruck crowd.
“I don’t have much experience with machine guns,” he allowed, “but the BAR is one of the smoothestoperating
rifles I’ve ever fired. I think all of us should thank Mr. Browning here, not only for this superb rifle, but for all of the fine weapons he’s put in the hands of our servicemen.”
John Browning said nothing. He was still thinking about what he had just witnessed. John Browning was also part of the gun culture.
The FBI used one to do a number on a car full of park rangers thinking they were Bonnie and Clyde.
2nd Lt. Val Browning in France with an early prototype version. It's nice to have your Dad looking out for you.