I once attended a wedding on board a Naval Base, along with my wife and someone we both knew from church, who was a bit of a pajamaboy (before the term had been invented). So I drive up to the gate, the SP "greets" us (ID, what are you here for? ...) Wife and I are sort of bored ... PJB in the back seat starts having some sort of panic attack. The guard talking to us had a holstered pistol; the guard behind him had M16. After we get through the gate, I asked PJB if he was OK ... "I didn't know they'd have
guns". sez he.
The tone of horror with which he said "guns" can't really be replicated in writing ...