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Wow. Let's hope there's not one in the chamber and the safety off. A curious child comes along and... instant buckshot enema.
 
Oh my! Just the temptation to give it a mild kick is overpowering. I can't begin to imagine what his sergeant would say if he say this.

The sheer "swagger" of his sitting atop that shotgun tells me he may BE the sergeant. Buford T. Justa** and the danger hour.
 
sergeant would say if he saw this.

Keep in mind I'm old and cranky, and have been for years, OK.

But I've had one or two newly minted, Highly educated, wiz kid patrol supervisors that may have fit Tom's comment.

The funny thing is they knew it all, did not want to listen to anyone, until the stuff got real. Then they would listen, and by the "paper work" they had everything under control. At the end my theory was, you take credit, I'll, do my best to take care of business. Everyone was happy that way.

Posted from 6500, above sea level:eek:
 
Only one thing surprises me about that picture, that he didn't have the muzzle on the ground. Not because it would be safer, but, because the shotgun's butt end would have been more comfortable to lean on.
During the late 70s in neighboring Mozambique I was riding in a car following a Mozambique Army truck along a bumpy dirt road. Soldiers were sitting on a bench facing back at us, one had his hands on the muzzle of his rifle (an AK variant) the butt between his feet and was resting his chin on his hands as he dozed. I kept waiting for a "brain shower" to fall on our windshield.
Training of the military, and Police, wasn't much at that time probably still isn't.
 
In 1968, in my long-ago clergy days, we had some rioting in this city. The Council of Churches called for clergymen to volunteer for chaplain duty. Nobody wanted to go to the emergency room at our old General Hospital, the main trauma center, so I went there.

Among other people I talked to were two Kentucky National Guard soldiers with minor injuries. One, a sergeant, had been tear gassed. I asked, "So, did the wind change on you?" He blushed and said, "No sir, we were in the CP and some fool accidentally fired off a gas grenade."

The other, the very picture of the ideal, squared-away GI--immaculately-pressed BDU's, clean-cut, the whole deal--had a minor cut on his hand. "Broken glass?", I asked. He blushed too. "No,sir, we were standing around waiting for orders, and I rested my rifle on its butt and folded my hands over it. Forgot the bayonet was fixed."
 
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