Oh, That Scary AR-15, Mighty WEAPON OF WAR!
Due to my own personal experience with the AR-15 rifle, I decided to right here write a companion piece to the article in link where truer words were never spoken~~
Unlike the M16, the look alike AR-15 lacks a grenade launcher and an automatic fire capability, yet today's government leaders know what they struggle to say when they finally managed to say that the AR-15 is an assault rifle and a very, very dangerous weapon of war.
When I was an Alabama Corrections officer, 21 times did I have to take one week of annual advanced training. OMG, and every time on that last training day I had to suit up in full armor that looked akin to Darth Vader to, for purposes of a NRA re-qualification, to fire what all my brother officers came to call The Death Blaster.
Thank goodness an AR-15 training course comes with a required rubber wall for me to bounce off of due to the recoil of that horrendous weapon. "Catch you on the bounce," is what we shooters would tell each other before we began to flagellate ours with 50 shots all worth two points for pain and suffering.
Must say I proved masochistic enough to become such a good shot I was often assigned the back gate tower. That gate comes with a sally port with an inner gate and an outer gate for space big enough for an 18-wheeler that's usually the "kitchen truck."
Every once in a while the sally port would contain an inmate work party that would act up. No bother that! That's when I'd snatch my AR-15 off the rifle rack, chamber a round~Click! Click!~~to gain everyone's attention and bellow as me dino can do, "Behold my AR-15, mighty weapon of war! This is MY BOOM STICK!" Altogether would those inmates drop to their knees, wring their hands and sob pleas for mercy.
Wanna know why? Because their single mom family mamas would never have a last look at their sweet little felons for being shot all to pieces and scooped into closed coffins.
Only had to shoot that weapon twice in the line of duty. First time? Saw too many inmates getting too close to a pair of officers trying to break up a fight. My boom stick spoke BOOM! Everyone on that yard fainted.
Another time an inmate ran from a work release van parked outside the gate. Again I spoke BOOM! This time even the van fainted.
That van just rolled over and stuck its tires way up in the air, it did.
Just before me dino retired, the warden put out a memo. It said no longer could we fire warning shots at the sky. The concern was for blowing up passenger jets and knocking out communication satellites.
Years after I left, I ran into a former coworker in a Chinese restaurant and asked what the heck was the prison was doing about all the bomb craters.
"What do you think?" I was told. "What inmates can't fill up with shovels, there's always contract work for free world people who operate backhoes and bulldozers."
Unlike the M16, the look alike AR-15 lacks a grenade launcher and an automatic fire capability, yet today's government leaders know what they struggle to say when they finally managed to say that the AR-15 is an assault rifle and a very, very dangerous weapon of war.
When I was an Alabama Corrections officer, 21 times did I have to take one week of annual advanced training. OMG, and every time on that last training day I had to suit up in full armor that looked akin to Darth Vader to, for purposes of a NRA re-qualification, to fire what all my brother officers came to call The Death Blaster.
Thank goodness an AR-15 training course comes with a required rubber wall for me to bounce off of due to the recoil of that horrendous weapon. "Catch you on the bounce," is what we shooters would tell each other before we began to flagellate ours with 50 shots all worth two points for pain and suffering.
Must say I proved masochistic enough to become such a good shot I was often assigned the back gate tower. That gate comes with a sally port with an inner gate and an outer gate for space big enough for an 18-wheeler that's usually the "kitchen truck."
Every once in a while the sally port would contain an inmate work party that would act up. No bother that! That's when I'd snatch my AR-15 off the rifle rack, chamber a round~Click! Click!~~to gain everyone's attention and bellow as me dino can do, "Behold my AR-15, mighty weapon of war! This is MY BOOM STICK!" Altogether would those inmates drop to their knees, wring their hands and sob pleas for mercy.
Wanna know why? Because their single mom family mamas would never have a last look at their sweet little felons for being shot all to pieces and scooped into closed coffins.
Only had to shoot that weapon twice in the line of duty. First time? Saw too many inmates getting too close to a pair of officers trying to break up a fight. My boom stick spoke BOOM! Everyone on that yard fainted.
Another time an inmate ran from a work release van parked outside the gate. Again I spoke BOOM! This time even the van fainted.
That van just rolled over and stuck its tires way up in the air, it did.
Just before me dino retired, the warden put out a memo. It said no longer could we fire warning shots at the sky. The concern was for blowing up passenger jets and knocking out communication satellites.
Years after I left, I ran into a former coworker in a Chinese restaurant and asked what the heck was the prison was doing about all the bomb craters.
"What do you think?" I was told. "What inmates can't fill up with shovels, there's always contract work for free world people who operate backhoes and bulldozers."
