When I was in the Army, I was on guard duty one night. Generally, the rotation came around about every 3 months for a 3 day weekend of guard duty. 4 hours on, 4 hours off, 4 on, 4 off, from friday evening until monday morning. YES, IT SUCKED. Anyway, We also rotated walking guard outside, or inside. There was one bunker that was the armory, and several more scattered around that were ammo dumps. This time, I was locked INSIDE the armory. Back then we used our assigned M16 and had two 30 round mags loaded. The mags had a piece of what can best be described as very thin pin stripe type tape over the top of the mag. That way, when you changed guard duty, the next guy didnt have to dump & count 60 rounds . You just handed him the mags. If the tape was intact, you knew you were good to go. The tape was so thin, it couldnt be removed without breaking it, and you would lock your bolt back, and insert the mag. If you needed to use the weapon, just hit the bolt release. ready to rock and roll.
Im walking around inside the armory, I come around the corner, and this guy is standing there out in the open about 8 feet away, looking at the weapons racks like he is shopping at walmart. And get this , he was wearing a canary yellow shirt, and purple pants. You coulda seen this clown on a moonless night. I stood there at the end of the isle, watching him for about a minute. He never noticed me and was talking to himself about " yeah, that ones nice. that will work,, I'll get 2 of those, one of those, etc.
When I unslung my rifle he seen me and charged. Just about the time I swing the rifle up he is coming full blast and the muzzle break smacks him right in the forehead. And wham, the bolt releases by itself. He goes arse over teet backwards and slams the floor. Knocked out cold.
The ole style M16 A1 muzzle break was the open prong type. And it split his scalp from forehead to the top of his head. And he bled like a stuck pig. You could easily see the skull bone amid the blood. I thought I killed the guy at first, but immedietely got on the phone and called the SGT of the guard, and the calvalry came a running. They unlock the door and come running in.
I thought I was probably in trouble somehow, as they woke the Captain up, and he wasnt known for being a very happy guy on a good day. So I just stood there keeping my mouth shut, waiting on the inevitable butt chewing. Since the guy was out cold, we just left him lay there until the MPs came. By then, there were probably 15 of the other armed guards in there. Plus the Captain and several sergeants. When they started gathering him up, he came to and started to bawl and complain about me "hitting" him.
The Captain, who looked like he was super pissed, and like he could chew a 16 penny nail in half, starts laughing like hell. He looks at the guy and says "HE HIT YOU? you stupid sum beech. Your lucky he didnt blow your damn head off. And he probably should have. And besides, where your going, that should be the least of your worries ."
After all was said and done, the Captain came over and ask me how he got in there? I just said I dont know, I was locked in here myself with no keys, soo,,,,?? He pats me on the back and says GOOD JOB. The following weekend, I got a three day pass, compliments of the Captain. About a month later, I also got a promotion. I never heard another word about the incident.
And he was lucky he even had a head at all. Because after I hit him and the bolt released, I was locked and loaded with the safety off and finger in the trigger guard.
So much for being in trouble.
Im walking around inside the armory, I come around the corner, and this guy is standing there out in the open about 8 feet away, looking at the weapons racks like he is shopping at walmart. And get this , he was wearing a canary yellow shirt, and purple pants. You coulda seen this clown on a moonless night. I stood there at the end of the isle, watching him for about a minute. He never noticed me and was talking to himself about " yeah, that ones nice. that will work,, I'll get 2 of those, one of those, etc.
When I unslung my rifle he seen me and charged. Just about the time I swing the rifle up he is coming full blast and the muzzle break smacks him right in the forehead. And wham, the bolt releases by itself. He goes arse over teet backwards and slams the floor. Knocked out cold.
The ole style M16 A1 muzzle break was the open prong type. And it split his scalp from forehead to the top of his head. And he bled like a stuck pig. You could easily see the skull bone amid the blood. I thought I killed the guy at first, but immedietely got on the phone and called the SGT of the guard, and the calvalry came a running. They unlock the door and come running in.
I thought I was probably in trouble somehow, as they woke the Captain up, and he wasnt known for being a very happy guy on a good day. So I just stood there keeping my mouth shut, waiting on the inevitable butt chewing. Since the guy was out cold, we just left him lay there until the MPs came. By then, there were probably 15 of the other armed guards in there. Plus the Captain and several sergeants. When they started gathering him up, he came to and started to bawl and complain about me "hitting" him.
The Captain, who looked like he was super pissed, and like he could chew a 16 penny nail in half, starts laughing like hell. He looks at the guy and says "HE HIT YOU? you stupid sum beech. Your lucky he didnt blow your damn head off. And he probably should have. And besides, where your going, that should be the least of your worries ."
After all was said and done, the Captain came over and ask me how he got in there? I just said I dont know, I was locked in here myself with no keys, soo,,,,?? He pats me on the back and says GOOD JOB. The following weekend, I got a three day pass, compliments of the Captain. About a month later, I also got a promotion. I never heard another word about the incident.
And he was lucky he even had a head at all. Because after I hit him and the bolt released, I was locked and loaded with the safety off and finger in the trigger guard.
So much for being in trouble.