Pat Riot

So, is that a good thing? This issue has bounced back and forth so much I have become completely numb to it. I thought bump stocks were stupid when they came out and I still do, but I support YOUR right to own and use them.

No idea. I truly did not know much about how they were tracking a whale and not know it. I do know they kept losing it and finding it. I think it became more of a game after a while, but I don’t recall the details. Now, it’s just a funny memory.

Joe, war is war, in my opinion. And yes, I would be one barbaric mother(bleep) if I were in charge of a war. We would win or die. No in between. Our methods of fighting wars are watered down and improvised methods of old Europe with nobles making rules of engagement. If war was fought and managed like a WAR and not a war game to placate certain elements of the masses there wouldn’t be any wars and people would play nice within their borders. War should not be gentlemanly filled with gallantry and tradition. It should be brutal, bloody and fast. This is my opinion and this is all I will say on the matter.

Sub Commanders can be very crafty, regardless of country. Funny sub story. When my ship was heading to the Mediterranean in January ‘82 for a 6 month deployment we chased a very very quiet Russian sub for 2 days only to find it was a whale.

I haven’t seen an internal lock on an S&W semiauto. Now that you brought this up it makes the logic of having a lock on revolvers that much more ridiculous.

Canadian “Hit & Run”?

My bad day was also in the Navy and I am thankful it was water, not “shart” or jellyfish in my nether regions. I used to have a very Eidetic Memory. Still do, somewhat. If I see a photo, diagram or witness something in life I can recall details. This is especially helpful regarding technical issues. Anyway, our ship was in port in Norfolk, VA. We had been in the shipyards for a time getting work done and some of that work included the installation of some new valves in our missile magazine for the sprinkler system. We had an annual fire suppression test on the mag sprinkler systems that we had to do to test the new valves and make sure everything was working okay. I recall telling my boss - launcher captain, that maybe this test should be done before loading all the missiles back in the mag after leaving the shipyard. I was told to be quiet and do as I was told. So, since climbing back into the rear of the ready service ring to operate the test valves was a PITA and since I was “Mr. Knowitall” I was assigned as the valve turner at the rear of the magazine. Our boss was in Engineering and my other 2 shipmates were monitoring pressures from inside the control space. ie; twiddling their thumbs. I was looking at these valves and the labels had been swapped. I told my boss over the sound powered phones. He told me I was wrong. I told him I was right and the valve designations didn’t match the drawings or my memory. He said “Shut up about it and do as I say!” Here was the problem. If you opened the wrong valve first it would cause a pressure differential in the sprinkler system making the system think a head was activated. Once this occurred the system was designed to set off all of the magazine sprinklers. NOT a good thing. I responded that I thought we should have the Chief look at this before we proceeded. Trouble is my boss, a 2nd class petty officer and our Chief (E-7) did not get along. I made the mistake of telling Craig, my boss or LPO, that if we set this system off the Chief would be thoroughly pi**ed! That was when he said “Follow my directives and turn the valve labeled (blah-blah) when I tell you. Turn it 1/4 turn the open valve (blah-blah) quickly to the fully back seated position.” I jokingly requested the guys in the control space bring me some towels. There was stone silence on the sound powered phones. “All right, on the count of three when I say ‘mark’ turn valve (blah) 1/4 turn towards back seat then immediately turn valve (blah) to fully back seated as fast as you can…1…2…3…Mark!” I turned the wrong valve one quarter turn. There was a BANG, a shudder then WOOSH! All the sprinklers actuated. It sounded like someone dumped a truckload of hammers on the main deck above me. There was so much water in the air. For about a second it was the 24 gallon fresh water header then immediately the saltwater system actuated. Thank God the rocket motor plenums didn’t activate. There was so much water I couldn’t breath. I couldn’t see anything but a white/gray heavy barrage of saltwater. Luckily I had a rag in my pocket that I bunched up and put over my mouth and nose and I could breath without inhaling water. As fast as it started it stopped. The idiot Craig had shut down the system when Engineering erupted in fire and flooding alarms. Emergency alerts went out over the ships 1MC “Fire! Fire in compartment two-tack-fifty eight- tack - one Aft Missile Launcher. Away the fire party! Flooding! Flooding in compartment two-tack-fifty eight- tack - one - Aft Missile Launcher. Away the fire party.” All hell had broken loose because the alarms on the bridge said there was a fire and flooding because the sprinkler system was actuated. All because one Knowitall butthead wouldn’t listen to what his people were telling him. I was drenched and in all the excitement and I got some more cough syrup. I took a little bit when we bought it at CVS and then will take a little more before we actually leave. me getting crap beat out of my by high pressure water my right foot was wedged among the metal work of the ready service ring (missile rack) and I was stuck. I could not move. I am lucky the pumps activated as I was low enough in the mag I could have drowned. There was a lot of yelling and screaming going on and the fire and flooding parties were trying to assess the situation as I made myself comfortable awaiting someone to help me out. Two of the HT’s came back and hollered at me through the machinery and girders. They told me to hang tight, they’d get me out. There was a lot more noise and I distinctly heard the Chief reaming Craig a new orifice then things got quiet. I sat for a few minutes and I heard the launcher access door slam and get dogged. Those no good dirty rotten (this section written over due to an exorbitant amount of Sailorese) left me down there. I started yelling as loud as I could when I heard the door open again (thank god the ventilation had kicked off when the sprinklers kicked on) and I yelled some more. All of a sudden I hear “HEY! YOU GUYS GET BACK HERE! You left (my last name) stuck down there!” They had to cut my boot off me from under the magazine ready service ring. Really a tight space but they got me free pretty quick. There was quite a bit of apologizing going on. But not by Craig, that no good dirty rotten (you get the point) That day sucked a lot! What sucked even more was we had to get underway again and go back to Newport News to off load any water damaged missiles and take on new ones. Me and my guys had to do a complete freshwater hand wash of the interior of the entire missile magazine due to all the salt water. Notice I said “My guys”? For a while I was the only E-3 launcher captain in the U.S. Navy until Craig’s replacement arrived.

Thank you for the review @Hashknife Cowboy I was waiting for a Marlin in .45 Colt, but a deal on a Henry was too good to pass on so I bought a Henry. I wasn’t looking for a CAS gun, just a fun gun. I have been considering buying another .38/.357 carbine or rifle. Now that Marlin (Ruger) is making them I will have to check them out. C

No kidding!

In war what good are prisoners of war to the army that takes them? 1. They’re a burden in every way. 2. I am sure not much actionable information is acquired about the enemies movement la and plans. 3. Resources that could keep your military functioning are diverted to maintaining prisoners. In my opinion, taking prisoners just gives the closet sadists and sociopaths an avenue of satisfaction for their proclivities.

After shooting a Thompson Center pistol with a 10” barrel using hot 30-30 loads at a couple of Silhouette matches I have no interest in even seeing a 50 BMG handgun.

I forgot how milquetoast the Brady Bunch was.

I would be laughing at them telling me they wanted a list. “They were all bought legally. You tell me what’s missing!”

Man, those little guys are rowing like hell, aren’t they?

Probably the latter. In my family I was raised to hate Germans, Russians and Japanese. In the Navy the Soviets were our enemy, though they weren’t on paper. I have worked with Germans, Russians and Japanese. I have a great deal of respect for the Japanese people. I don’t have much nice to say about Russians, though I do give them the benefit of the doubt. After working in a German company and dealing with them in Germany and here I must say that I don’t really care for working for them. I would say more, but I don’t want to.