This month's American Rifleman contains an article on the Browning Automatic Rifle or BAR.
I have to share with you the tale of just how the BAR could have made me an occupant of Ft. Leavenworth.
In 1955 I was a young Marine at Camp Pendleton California attending Infantry Training. All Marines were required to attend infantry training after boot camp regardless of what your ultimate duties would be.
Since my folks lived in Burbank, as soon as I had my first liberty I obtained my car and registered it on post.
I was assigned to carry the BAR during the week's training. On Friday after cleaning, the BAR would be turned into the arms room since it was a unit weapon, unlike the M-1, which being a personal weapon, was kept in one's locker.
To my dismay, when I finished cleaning the weapon I found the arms room locked up. Being young and stupid, I was in a quandary. Would I somehow get in trouble? Would the guy in the arms room get in trouble? What to do with it?
No way was I going to put it in my locker. Although my own M-1 was there, it was spotlessly clean while the BAR had been oiled and lubed when cleaned. It would soil my uniforms.
I'll put it in the trunk of my car until Monday. Smooth move PFC Anton, you solved the problem. I'm broke and not going anywhere, it can stay in the trunk.
Saturday Evening arrives. A couple of buddies approach me, "Let's go to town" they say "I'm broke" said I ""We'll pay" said they.
While on the road I break out in a cold sweat remembering the BAR in my trunk.
For whatever reason, the MP's didn't inspect my trunk leaving the base. What happens if a Cop pulls me over? What happens if I'm inspected entering the base?
I don't remember if I told my buddies what I had in the trunk. I don't remember where we went, nor what we did. I do remember to this day sweating out the BAR in my trunk.
I have to share with you the tale of just how the BAR could have made me an occupant of Ft. Leavenworth.
In 1955 I was a young Marine at Camp Pendleton California attending Infantry Training. All Marines were required to attend infantry training after boot camp regardless of what your ultimate duties would be.
Since my folks lived in Burbank, as soon as I had my first liberty I obtained my car and registered it on post.
I was assigned to carry the BAR during the week's training. On Friday after cleaning, the BAR would be turned into the arms room since it was a unit weapon, unlike the M-1, which being a personal weapon, was kept in one's locker.
To my dismay, when I finished cleaning the weapon I found the arms room locked up. Being young and stupid, I was in a quandary. Would I somehow get in trouble? Would the guy in the arms room get in trouble? What to do with it?
No way was I going to put it in my locker. Although my own M-1 was there, it was spotlessly clean while the BAR had been oiled and lubed when cleaned. It would soil my uniforms.
I'll put it in the trunk of my car until Monday. Smooth move PFC Anton, you solved the problem. I'm broke and not going anywhere, it can stay in the trunk.
Saturday Evening arrives. A couple of buddies approach me, "Let's go to town" they say "I'm broke" said I ""We'll pay" said they.
While on the road I break out in a cold sweat remembering the BAR in my trunk.
For whatever reason, the MP's didn't inspect my trunk leaving the base. What happens if a Cop pulls me over? What happens if I'm inspected entering the base?
I don't remember if I told my buddies what I had in the trunk. I don't remember where we went, nor what we did. I do remember to this day sweating out the BAR in my trunk.