Now I have to relate a story that happened in the summer of 1969 that did not involve 45 tracer ammo I recently posted about, but did involve the communal Thompson SMG our platoon possessed. It was a down day for several of us and I had secured a vehicle for a trip to a small hamlet between the Tay Ninh camp and Tay Ninh city (MWR??). We were preparing for our outside the wire excursion by gathering our personal weapons, which included issue revolvers and the above mentioned Thompson. I was sitting on a cot in the back room of our 25 ID supplied O'club with my hooch mate, Cpt Rick Scheffing, who had the Thompson in hand with the bolt back. Now Rick was an Artillery Officer/Aviator who should have known something about weapons. For some unknown reason he inserted a magazine and pulled the trigger on the "fires from the open bolt" gun. He got off three rounds before he released the trigger! I was completely unprepared for the noise from the gun, which was about 18 inches from my right ear. After recovering from the shock, we got up to survey the damage. Right in front of us was a storage room stacked with cases of beer and soda which the .45 rounds made a mess of. Suddenly it dawned on us that right on the other side of that wall was a small room with a ping pong table. Rick and I ran around to the room to see if anyone was in there. Two ping pong players were spread eagle on the floor thinking it was a ground attack. Luckily, the muzzle rise from the burst only allowed one round to come really close to them. The other two...well a miss is a miss. After apologizing profusely to the pilots on the floor we gather up our other two partners in crime, jumped into the truck and headed to the main gate. The rest of the day was just as crazy as the way it started out, but I will leave all that for another time.