Have you been shot at?
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You can tell those who have been shot at by the tendency to go to ground at the sound of something resembling gunshots. Churchill said something to this point:
"There is nothing more exhilarating than to be shot at with no result.”
"There is nothing more exhilarating than to be shot at with no result.”
Had a small revolver pulled on me once in an attempted robbery. Pointed to the bar I had just left, told the guy they had all my money and took off.
Was standing about 30ft from what became a triple murder/suicide. Shooter was a sheriffs deputy going through an ugly divorce. Wife was out with two friends, he got her outside where I was smoking at the time. Shot her in the head, went back in to get her friends, then came back outside and popped himself. Little unnerving being that close to it, and then of course the aftermath. 4 headshots in no time flat.
A glock 27 is super loud w/o ear pro btw.
Was standing about 30ft from what became a triple murder/suicide. Shooter was a sheriffs deputy going through an ugly divorce. Wife was out with two friends, he got her outside where I was smoking at the time. Shot her in the head, went back in to get her friends, then came back outside and popped himself. Little unnerving being that close to it, and then of course the aftermath. 4 headshots in no time flat.
A glock 27 is super loud w/o ear pro btw.
Long ago I was living in a line shack down there in Florida on 100 acres of land..There was one little country store that served the area filled with trailers and a whole lotta woods.While I was in the store ,this guy walked up and told me he knew who I was and if he ever saw me on his land he was going to shoot me. I responded with " that seems fair, where do you live" Come to find out, hes my neighbor. One day I was walking down the 1/4 mile drive way with my dogs, one the dogs spyed a deer and took after it right into this guys property. Me, not thinking correctly, ran after the dog yelling his name.. I remember leaning up against a tree and pulling myself up on a branch to see if I could see the dog and then felt the tree vibrate a bit and then heard the shot. Remembering the warning, I hit the ground and low crawled myself off of this guys property and luckily there was a lot of tall saw grass in the area. I remember thinking'The hell with the dog" . Month later, I see the same feller in the store and hes buying a few quart bottles of Pabst Blue ribbon, he just looked at me, didn't say a word and either did I.. He DID warn me..and that's the way it was back there and then.
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Once. Two rounds hit the windshield of the locomotive I was on but didn't penetrate due to protective glazing on the windows. Looked like pistol rounds from the marks they left.
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Two tours in Iraq. One in 2005. One in 2006. Lots of small arms fire and incoming mortars. Never got hit. Also, there was so much excitement and adrenaline, I don't remember feeling any fear. It was weird.
Then, on the last day of my last deployment, I had to get on a British helicopter to fly from one base to another base to catch a flight to Kuwait City to catch another flight back to the US. That British helo was big and it was flying low and slow, serving back and forth, left and right, on its way to the base with the airstrip. I was sitting in the back, near the drop down rear door which was fully open. About ten minutes before the end of the flight, an insurgent shot an RPG up at the back of the helo as we flew past. The rocket was coming towards the open rear door when the tail gunner notified the pilots. They deployed chaff, the rocket detonated, and as far as I know, there was no damage to the helo. Again, there was no fear. Just relief and excitement.
Crazy stuff. Glad I don't have to go back and do it all over again.
Then, on the last day of my last deployment, I had to get on a British helicopter to fly from one base to another base to catch a flight to Kuwait City to catch another flight back to the US. That British helo was big and it was flying low and slow, serving back and forth, left and right, on its way to the base with the airstrip. I was sitting in the back, near the drop down rear door which was fully open. About ten minutes before the end of the flight, an insurgent shot an RPG up at the back of the helo as we flew past. The rocket was coming towards the open rear door when the tail gunner notified the pilots. They deployed chaff, the rocket detonated, and as far as I know, there was no damage to the helo. Again, there was no fear. Just relief and excitement.
Crazy stuff. Glad I don't have to go back and do it all over again.
When I was about fifteen, I was walking my dog down the road. We lived way out in farm country. I heard a bullet go through the air about ten feet from my head. I had recently taken Hunter Safety and remembered being told that even a .22 can travel a mile.
I was calculating what the odds were that a stray round would come that close to a person in an area so remote when I felt the wake of the next round go by my cheek.
I hit the ground and low crawled up the drainage ditch to see who was shooting. It turned out to be one of the sons of the abutting farmer sighting his rifle in on the street sign and the rounds were ricocheting straight up the road.
Not too many years later, my sister made him my brother-in-law and not too many years after that he told me where to sit, then gave me a hands-on lesson in field dressing my first deer and was present for about twenty more.
You only get to pick your friends.
I was calculating what the odds were that a stray round would come that close to a person in an area so remote when I felt the wake of the next round go by my cheek.
I hit the ground and low crawled up the drainage ditch to see who was shooting. It turned out to be one of the sons of the abutting farmer sighting his rifle in on the street sign and the rounds were ricocheting straight up the road.
Not too many years later, my sister made him my brother-in-law and not too many years after that he told me where to sit, then gave me a hands-on lesson in field dressing my first deer and was present for about twenty more.
You only get to pick your friends.
My best friend got rocksalt in the arse when we were 7, I was a better fence hopper.
The US Border Patrol shot and killed him while he was cross country bicycling on a trail. They did an ‘investigation’ and refuse to release any information to the family.
The US Border Patrol shot and killed him while he was cross country bicycling on a trail. They did an ‘investigation’ and refuse to release any information to the family.
Tell the tale.
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Did you ever have a chat with him about that day? Either close to the time it happened, or years later?
Oh, I had a chat with him that day!
The subject came up a few times in later years and we could laugh about after the passage of time and because nobody was hurt but there was no laughing that day. Our conversation that day was as serious as a heart attack.
Chaff has no effect on an RPG. It’s not a smart warhead. Y’all got lucky. I hated flying in helos for that reason
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I'm sure an army vet knows a lot more about RPGs than a coast guard vet. That was the only time I saw an RPG in the air during my 15 months in Iraq. You are right. We got really lucky.
Were you doing GOPLAT or Port security?
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12 months on a 110 foot long cutter patrolling the Qamar Al Amia River, and also searching for pirates around the two oil platforms off the coast.
Then I went for a 3 month deployment in Umm Qasr. I was on the ground training "Iraqi Marines" to patrol their own rivers. We were trying to stop Iranian fishing vessels from ferrying weapons and explosives up to insurgents in northern Iraq. The RPG came while flying out of Umm Qasr, headed toward Camp Bucca (I think. It's been a while.).
I enjoyed both deployments. Lots more action than most coasties ever get to see. I was on an 8 man swat team called a Law Enforcement Detachment stationed out of San Diego, CA.
When we weren't in Iraq we spent our time in South America arresting drug runners and confiscating cocaine. I put my hands on 20 metric tons of coke, but none of those goobers ever shot at me... Just the Iraqis and Iranians.
Unintentionally a few times dove hunting. Intentionally three times, but never hit.