Reconnecting

It’s always good to reconnect with an old friend. The other day I got back in touch with a good friend from my days at The University of Texas at Arlington. We lost connection with each other somewhere between me graduating One Station Unit Training, and her graduating from UTA. Nearly two years later someone linked me to a story online at the Caller Times, her name was mentioned in it – so I took a shot in the dark and e-mailed the Caller. A few days later, I got an e-mail from Beth. Funny how these things work out.

gg IE – do what you do best…

…and destroy the internet. Every other browser I’ve tried, or had other people try, renders this page just fine. Try loading it in Internet Exploder, and BLAMO you’ll get a mangled heap of dog excriment on your screen, and likely wish to gouge your eyes out with toilet snake. If you are so afflicted, do yourself a favor – Get Firefox.

Whoa with the hate.

Most people would agree that hate is not a good thing. I’m not typically that optimistic when it comes to my fellow man, but I’ll go on a limb and say the majority of people aren’t of the opinion that hate is good. Why then do I see so much of it? The volumes of unrestrained hate I’ve read lately directed at the entire Islamic population of the world is enough to make me sick. Those claiming that all Muslims are evil people that wish to kill every infidel on the planet – and then justify their own personal desire to irradicate the islamic on the word of Christ need to sit down and read the Bible again.

Muslims do not hold a monopoly on killing in the name of God. Extremists from a multitude of religions and beliefs have resorted to violence to try and push their agenda. The Crusades, the IRA, China, Japan, Nazi Germany – grab a history book, the list is long and distinguished. I see a common thread among them all – man.

So when they continued asking him, he lifted up himself, and said unto them, He that is without sin among you, let him first cast a stone at her.
John 8:7

Here comes another limb to climb out on. Compared to your average American or European, something tells me I have spent a great deal more time around Muslims than most. I grew up in an Islamic nation. Right now, I’m deployed to one. There are extremists in both – and like all extremists they aren’t going to be gracing any Hallmark cards anytime soon. Great wonder of wonders, there are good people in both countries too! I’ve lived and worked with them, they dislike the misguided extremists just as much as I do, and in many cases they too risk their lives to minimize the effects extremists can have in this world.

Let’s can this whole hate bit.

Safety and Tactics

First things first, when dealing with firearms of any kind, for any reason, safety should be your number one priority. It doesn’t matter if you’re plinking, hunting, or engaged in combat, safety is still number one. There are no valid exceptions, period. If you glance off to the side, you’ll see four very simple rules that you should never break, ever.

Allow me to elaborate, some seem to think rules exist to be broken, these rules exist to maintain safety, and to ultimately save lives. If you’re wondering what I’m talking about, I’ll go a bit further in depth. The rules, as I know them, if followed, will remove any and all possibility for any sort of negligent discharge. Note I said negligent, I can recognize a select, and very few cases in which a discharge can occur by genuine accident and these are all the result of the mechanical failure of a firearm. That said, poor quality, or freak manufacturing flaws aside, mechanical failure can also typically be traced back to – you guessed it: negligence.

I will state for fact, that if you treat your weapon as if it is loaded, at all times; keep your finger off the trigger and the safety engaged until you are ready to fire that weapon; never point your weapon at anything you do not wish to destroy; and continuously maintain awareness of your target, and the area around it; at no time will you ever accidentally shoot anything. I have followed these rules for some 16 years, and have yet to so much as “accidentally” have a hammer drop on an empty chamber.

Rather disappointingly, I have seen people who have been shooting longer than I have been alive fail to uphold, or even grasp those four simple fundamental rules of firearm safety. More alarmingly, I’ve seen younger people have no concept of safety at the range whatsoever. Thank God for Range Safety Officers, here in the Army they tell us that everyone is a safety on the range, and they’re right. If you see something unsafe, you need to either point it out to an RSO, or tactfully alert the offender.

The range is not the only place I’ve seen this happen. Even here in Iraq I’ve seen soldiers, people who have been professionally trained, and undoubtedly sat through countless safety briefings, walk around with a round in the pipe, and their safeties off – sometimes with a finger inside the trigger guard. I’ve seen soliders jokingly point their weapons at their battle buddies face – and pull the trigger. I’m sure you’ve all read the news stories that start that way. Now ask these two questions: Could any of that happen if the rules were followed? If death results, is the weapon at fault? Provided you maintain your sanity, and have a rationale grounded here on planet Earth, your answer to both will be NO!

I’m going to go out on a limb here and suggest that the problem lay not with firearms, but with a lack personal responsibility, and in the case of youth, a lack of education. The older offenders have less than no excuse, particularly the service member personnel, their negligence is either the result of a total lack of responsibility, or sheer ignorance, the latter being easily rectified by the motivated. I suggest the following, if you have young children, regardless of your position on firearm ownership, at a bare minimum teach them the four fundamental rules of firearm safety. Do not wait for them to “grow up”, I learned at 5 and the message took a good solid root.

On to the “tactical” rant, inspired by a few magazine articles, and internet forum threads I’ve read recently. There seems to be a ridiculously high population of Chairborne Rangers roaming about, packing the latest and greatest in “tactical” gear – from magazines, holsters, pistols, carbines, rifles, shotguns, and ammunition – training for their last stand when the proverbial fecal matter is shoveled into the fan. I am not saying that the multitude of pistol/shotgun/rifle classes available teaching civilians to shoot, move, and communicate are a bad thing. In fact, I support training, developing, and honing the skills required to effectively deploy your tools (firearms are in fact tools, do not let anyone tell you otherwise) in your defense, or the defense of others.

What I object to is the mentality that one man, no matter how heavily armed, is going to make the mythical stand against an army of home invaders, charging with violence of action into the living room, and single handedly clearing his home and emerging the victor of some glorious homestead battle. Can we be realistic please? If you have 5 elite super ninja deathmasters, all dressed in black, fast roping onto your roof from some silent helicopter in the dead of night you either need to wake up, turn off your Playstation, or seriously re-evaluate your business ventures.

Having a home defense plan is a good thing. Being willing to escalate to rapid violence of action to defend yourself and yours is likewise a good thing. However, one needs to be able to differentiate between times where a rapid and explosive offensive response would more likely than not end rapidly in your death or serious demise, and times where one should take up a solid defensive position, and call in the cavalry so to speak (911). Now, I know with all the multi-thousand dollar training you’ve invested in you’re elite, and ready to take on a small army. AHHHHH-NOLD did it in “Commando”, why can’t you!

Allow me to extinguish the potentially fatal flames of over zealous will to fight. Taking a defensive position and calling for backup (in the case of most civilians that would be the police) is not a shameful thing, it is not something “sissies” do, it is a good sound tactic. The men that wear body armor, carry 210 rounds of armor piercing ammunition, and wear BDUs because they have to use the very same tactic – and we clear buildings with platoons of men. If the odds go down the toilet, we defend our ground, and call in backup, artillery, CAS, and anything else we can get our hands on. In short, don’t feel like you absolutely must rush out into your living room to save your television from 3 armed robbers. Those are bad odds. Sure, you’ve aced stages of fire with 4 moving targets in 3 seconds. They weren’t firing back.

In short, unless I happen to be properly equipped, and manned, during a violent home invasion, or other urban (or rural for that matter) conflict. I will execute a plan of defense, using my knowledge of my own surroundings to afford proper cover and concealment while creating an appropriate sector of fire should anyone venture into my direct defended area, and call in the cavalry. In the end, the call is yours to make, and best of luck whatever your choice is, just don’t feel obligated by your tactical thigh holster to rush out into unknown odds and make the paper in the obituary section.

As a note, in extremely dire circumstances, it may well be time to go all or nothing – but that is something you need to decide as the situation dictates

Sweltering Heat

Today, was probably the hottest day I’ve ever experienced. At least 3 different 120 degree thermometers were completely pegged, and I heard someone mutter something about 136. Walking from the TOC to my CHU put me into the wind, and I swear it felt like my face was on fire, and my eyeballs were boiling. I feel sorry for anyone that was on patrol, or guard today after lunch. The heat was just insane.

I’m sore as hell right now, I took a PT test yesterday and whoa. Army standards for PT are a complete joke, I easily passed everything (including maxing my run, unintentionally.) At any rate, I’m still all kinds of sore. My knees are pissed, and for some reason my back is killing me. Tiger Balm to the rescue!

Sleeptime nears, so I think I’ll do the only logical thing and play guitar.

The Camaro

It’s not mine anymore, in fact my brother now owns it. I had to have something in the Wheels section!

1992 Camaro RS

Winchester 1894

I first handled a Winchester 1894 a few years ago. It was sitting all alone in the back of my Granpa’s gunsafe and I asked about it. I’m not sure how old the rifle was, but it had definately seen its fair share of use.

When I finally picked it up, and held the stock up to my cheek, the rifle damn near aimed itself. Dispite being in less than 10% condition with regards to remaining finish, and stock wear, the action was smooth as glass, and the trigger pull was great as far as I’m concerned. I knew right then and there, without ever even firing one, that an 1894 would make its way into my collection.

Fast forward to mid-June 2003, and I’m in Collector’s Firearms of Houston, TX. Usually I only go to drool, and I wasn’t even planning on purchasing anything. I walked past the rack of lever guns, and this one rifle in particular practically yelled at me when I walked by. I picked it up, took a look down the bore with a light, worked the action some, and tested the trigger. About an hour later, I left the store having completely blown the paycheck I recieved only hours earlier, and with the Winchester 1894, in .30-30 Winchster that is pictured below.

A few days after I bought the rifle, I took it out to the range and ran 20 rounds of Remington Core-Lokt 170gr hollowpoints through it. The gun flat grouped. Not having windage adjustment doesn’t matter with this gun, it hits where you point it. I only shot at 50 yards my first time out with it, and was able to hold sub 1″ groups at varied elevations (I was messing with the elevation ladder) while shooting offhand. Color me impressed.

Winchester 1894 in .30-30

Another Winchester 1894 pic

Smith and Wesson 642LS

My first and only revolver. A snub-nosed .38 Special +p from Smith and Wesson. This is one light little pistol, but with +p ammo it recoils much more sharply than my .45 does with heavy +p loads. Those of you that can decipher S&W naming schemes will note the LS, and the fact that it stands for “Lady Smith”. Some might even point out that the Lady Smith pistols are for women! To those that my snicker at an Infantryman with a Lady Smith, I ask this – if a 125gr jacketed hollow point is traveling in your general direction at any thing over slingshot velocity, does it really matter if the words Lady Smith happen to be enscribed anywhere on the source? I didn’t think so.

Smith and Wesson 642LS

The Colt Pages

I’ve given it some thought, and the old reports from my Combat Commander should remain as they were. I’ll keep that bit of the old, old, old site alive. If you want to read the old reports, go here.

My Colt Combat Commader with two defensive loads.

The Rules

  • It is ALWAYS loaded, always treat a firearm as such.
  • NEVER point the muzzle of any firearm at anything you do not wish to destroy
  • Be aware of your target, and everything beyond it.
  • Keep your finger away from, and off the trigger until you are ready to fire.

Winchester 1894 and Colt Combat Commander

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