He freezes, looks up at me and says,…
1/x
I tell him, “Humor me, General. Rack the slide on your M9 one time.”
He does, and a 9mm round comes flying out of the chamber.
He picks the round up and shoves into the magazine.
He then walks over to me, hands me his M9 and says,…
2/x
It took every ounce of self-control in my body to not say, “Yeah… no shit,” and I have him a quick class on clearing his M9.
About 6 weeks later, I’m walking up the ECP to relieve the current guards and I hear…
3/x
I double-time up to the ECP and see the same brigadier general standing there holding his just-fired pistol.
He looks at me & recognizes me.
“I guess I look pretty stupid right now,” he says.
I say, “Yes, sir, you do. We have to report all NDs, you know.”
4/x
I call the TOC & let them know that the round was fired into a barrel, no injuries, & the weapon is secured. The TOC RTO says, “The camp commander is en route to your location.”
‘Oh joy,’ I think.
A few minutes later…
5/x
BG: “That’d be me, colonel.”
LTC: “Sorry, sir. No disrespect intended, sir.”
Me: <chuckling>
6/x
Me: “Again, sir.”
BG: “Yes. Again. I obviously didn’t learn the first time.”
LTC: “Again?”
BG: “The sergeant & I have met before.”
LTC: <looks at me, looks at BG>
7/x
I give him the block of instruction, have him go through the procedure a half dozen times, & he leaves.
A few weeks later, he’s back at the ECP. He clears his M9 to standard.
Then drops it while re-holstering it.
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