Posted on 08/07/2002 6:24:01 AM PDT by jalisco555
and since theyre built like glocks and Kimbers
most morons walk away from problems
unscathed
LOL....
ND's with a Vette can be humiliating. (not only have i not ever put a scratch on her,
i haven't had a ticket since i've owned her.) can't say i haven't experienced the triple
digit full testosterone/adrenaline rush, however. isn't that what this is all about?
zero to utah legal max in 5.2 seconds. woo hoo. stock specs say 160 top end...
well, she's no longer stock.
aw what the hell, i think i'll hit the range first thing in the AM.
... and maybe i'll drive my Glock.
A very unpopular vitamin chomping mustang SEAL LT of very short stature and VN era vinatge left his CAR-15 variant briefly out of his sight topsides on the gator freighter hauling his platoon across the Atlantic.
One of his quicker platoon members immediately took it to the rail and dropped it overboard.
"Now where did my rifle go??!??" was all the LT could come up with.
Lots of paper work on that one, fer sure. The platoon never fessed up who did the deep sixing. Score another one for the enlisted swine.
I like wheelguns too. They always go bang when I pull the trigger, and I can see the bullets. (I like simple things.)
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Lots of paper work on that one, fer sure. The platoon never fessed up who did the deep sixing. Score another one for the enlisted swine.
Just to let you know that the groundpounders are no less creative and imaginative.
Long ago in the days when fatrigue uniforms were green, nametags were white and US Army tapes gold and black, I had graduated from basic and tank crewman's AIT, and was made an acting instructor and range safety NCO training potential tankers on the M3 and M3A1 .45 caliber *greasegun* submachinegun. After a couple of cycles, I actually began giving some of the instructional blocks on adisassemble, maintenance and cleaning, and soon had a shiny new pair of corporal's stripes sewn on my fatigue jacket sleeves- yes, we wore them there back in those days when dinosaurs were still around and kicking.
We also had another particularly disliked instructor who looked on the trainees as a near unexhaustable source of amusement or slave labour for him, extending to such things as shining his boots. Everyone knows that REAL tankers don't bother with such chores, since Diesel fuel and hydraulic fluid pretty quickly turns a tanker's real working footgear into something less suitable for parades and inspections, but were wer high-visibility instructors in a training unit situation, and really did need to keep our appearance sharp. But it's really more professional to keep an extra pair of boots or two stashed in a car trunk than to armtwist the trainees into repeatedly cleaning your boots for you.../
One weekend we were holding an in-ranks inspection with the .45 pistol, to show off the new skills the rookie tankers had learned in their hoped mastery of the manual of arms for the pistol, semiautomatic, caliber .45, M1911A1. There weren't enough to go around for all trainees and instructors, so us corporales stood the inspection equipped with the .45 caliber greaseguns instead, and figured we'd be skipped over in ranks.
The training Brigade commander doing the inspection was a leftover WWII tanker who'd began his treadhead career in Shermans and had crewed in every American tank design and model since. He'd just gotten his new Lt Colonel's shiny silver leaf and was darned well going to show us what *attention to detail* in an in-ranks inspection meant.
All the trainees were required to go through *inspection arms* with their .45s; he checked ALL magazines for cracks, and all the grips on the .45 for broken [plastic] ones, a fairly common condition on handguns used in repeated training cycles. And when he came to the guys with the submachineguns, we got the same attention, though he didn't have any of us field-strip our buzzguns, as he did some of those with their .45s.
But he did check our M3s out closely, and when he came to the one carried by that one particular corporal, who of course had had one of the trainees under his charge clean and oil his M3A1 for him, the Colonel got inquisitive. And sent one of those NCOs accompanying him in ranks to the arms room for a cleaning rod...something was in the gun's barrel....
And the sergeant came back with a cleaning rod for a .45 pistol, which will reach halfway down the barrel of an M3 from either end, but not all the way through. The pistol rod wasn't long enough; something longer was needed, but at least it wasn't a round or bullet stuck in the bore of the gun- something crusty and crumbly was coming out on the rod as it was withdrawn. Whatever it was, it didn't belong there.
Our First Sergeant came over to me, and had me pull the wire stock of my greasegun, the ends of which are threade for use as a cleaning rod for the gun. Yep that was long enough. The cloth patch from the pistol rod was pushed through and out the front end of the barrel they came: jellybeans.
Not only did everyone in the ranks crack up laughing, so did those in the inspection party...and there was no serious attempt to knock it off for a minute or so. It was a fine learning experience....
Following the questioning as to whether the corporal in question had personally cleaned his weapon, and if so, why in the foggy blue morning he had run the jellybeans up there were met with considerable hemming and hawing, and by the end of that week we had a new vacancy among our number. He was not greatly missed.
But until he left, he had a new nickname, happily shared by trainee, fellow instructors and permanent party alike: Jellybean. I understand the name followed him on to his new unit, too....
'taint me, it's a 69th Armored Battalion pal named Wayne. I filled in for a while as a sniper with one of the 69th's HHC companies while they were tasked with convoy escort duties.
There is a pic of me from back in the old days *here*. And a couple of others, more recent, elsewhere.
And interestingly, it looks like the *oar* I haul along on my next trip out of the box will be a Rooshan SVD....that could be interesting....
Sorry, with Glock there are few if any accidental discharges; they all tend to be negligent discharges, meaning you pulled the trigger and overrode the built-in safeties...IMHO, treat every gun as if it were loaded and you won't have a problem...
I'm not one for more gun control (except to improve the number of hits), but some people just can't walk and chew gum at the same time. These folks should receive more attention in screening to carry firearms.
It seems to me "manual" safeties are good to have. While the glock operator has one safety (i.e. don't pull the trigger), an operator with a manual safety has two (ie. first put the safety on and don't remove it until ready to fire, and don't pull the trigger). Given what I just wrote, you must have two safety failures before you have an AD with a manual safety weapon.
LOL, talk about bring a thread back from the dead!
Works for any weapon.
The conclusion that I draw, is that Onondaga County probation officers are prone to accidents.
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