Guns and "Bad" Bars Storys

[carpriver]

I have two stories, the first I was a young Air Policeman at a northern tier Air Force Base. There was a small college in the town near the base. There was a bar that sold alcohol to under age young adults. This bar attracted both college and airmen. I had just been assigned to the new town patrol. We received a call to assist the city police control some airmen. We arrived at the bar, I walked in to the bar and was greeted by a Young man swinging a bar stool . I lost my job due to the damage done to my left knee.

Two I was attending training in Denver at Lowry AFB. Some NCO's decided to go off base to get something to eat. We were told of a bar in Aroura ,it was a country bar, pretty well known. It seen that some sense from"Everything way but lose" was filmed there. We walked in ordered a beer and some guy walks up and said I don't like wingnuts, the bouncer escorts the guy out the door. The guy came back in and that's when the glasses started flying. I got two broken fingers when they got stepped on while crawling for the door.

 

[Old 44 Guy]

Roughest bar I was ever in was in [The '50's]a small town on the Idaho, Montana line. We were deer & elk hunting & stopped in for an afternoon beer. I noticed some bullet holes in the ceilings,walls & post by the bar. Back bar mirror had a hole in it also. I looked down by my feet & there was some empty cartridge cases on the floor. We finished our beer & beat feet.

 

[don5]

I have two stories. I witnessed the first one. My dad told me the second one.
The first one- I was taking this girl home one night. As we approached the stoplight, I see this guy fly through the air from the front door of the bar located on the corner. The front door was located at an angle from the light as it was on the corner of the intersection. He never touched the sidewalk and landed right in the middle of the road on his back. The light was red and I slowed wayyy down. He finally got up with some help from another guy. There were about 10 guys on the sidewalk and these two guys on the road. The light turns green as I pull up. I had my window down, as this was in july, and I told him that " You better run since there is more of them than you". He looked at me with a blank look. I think he was stunned. After I went through the light, I looked back and saw the two guys staggering away. My date never said a word throughout the whole episode.

My dad told me this one. He was a career Navy Chief. He saw more than his share of fights, and participated in more than a few. Anyways, He was working the gangplank at night while his aircraft carrier was docked in the Phillipines. I think it was Subic Bay. Anyways he sees these two guys staggering down the dock. They were obviously drunk and one guy had a long bag. He watches as three MP's stop these guys. He said the fight was on. He said that guy pulled a Samarai sword out of the bag and starts swinging and yelling. The mp's back off and manage to distract him. One of the guys tackle him and that was it. They had him and brought him aboard the carrier. Dad said the guy was really swinging the sword pretty good. He also said they didn't rough the guy up too bad. The mp's also said they were not expecting him to pull THAT out of the bag either! He said they had the sword put down in the armory and the guy got the sword back at the end of the cruise. Not your typical bar fight for sure!

 

[moe smith]

No gun, but during the Iranian hostage crisis I walked in a bar sporting a few days growth of beard. Having dark hair in a dimly lit smokey bar I probably could have passed for being middle eastern. I sat at the bar, ordered a beer and began to take a few sips when a highly inebriated patron waddled over and planted himself on the barstool next to me, weaving as he sat and trying to focus on me through one open eye while he pulled off his bottle of Pabst, he stood and got right up next to me. I noticed he still had the bottle in his hand but it was empty. With a drunk smirk and slurring his words he said, "Are you Iranian?" I said, excuse me? "You heard me, Are you Iranian?" Well no, I replied. I'm Persian.

It was as if he had just had a huge bowel movement, the sense of relief on his face was palpable. "Ok man", he mumbled as he stumbled back into the dark, "Just as long as you ain't Iranian."

I finished my beer and left. Never saw him or the inside of that bar again. If they can't tell an Irishman when they see one I have no business being there.