Spitfire175 said:
Another inquiry, what's the most dangerous thing ever happened to you with firearms?
SakSak said:
Military training, a full day at a firing range with our service rifles (SAKO Rk-95 Tp [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rk_95_Tp]) when one utter idiot managed to turn around with his loaded rifle (live ammo of course) and almost point to the rest of us because..... well, we never were too clear on what he was thinking. Me, and my friend on the other side, we managed to react fast enough.
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Had a similar experience, also in the Finnish Defence Force, with the same rifle.
There was a guy in our company, let's call him Bob, who was.. a bit on the slow side.
(Take note, RK-95's fire-selector switch is also the safety)
A part of our company was at a firing range, lying on the cement, waiting for our targets. 12 rounds in the magazine, safeties are on, targets aren't up. Bob decides to fire his gun, and apparently doesn't even realize it has just fired. Somehow he had his safety off, and he managed to pull the trigger.
The two lieutenants go absolutely berserk, and scold him for a good five minutes.
Bob doesn't quite seem to understand what happened, and if it's he who the lieutenants are shouting at, because Bob is a moron.
One day later, we're doing an attacking excercise, in pairs. I of course get fucking Bob as my Brother in Arms. The idea was to lie in the snow, fire at the targets, and when the targets go down, get up, sprint a few meters forward, and when targets came up, hit the deck, and fire. Under no circumstances were we to move without our safeties on, and the rifles were always to be pointed directly at the targets, even if it would make getting up a little slower.
So I was lying there with Bob, we were told to go, I put my safety on, get up, run, hit the deck, pull my safety off, shoot the targets, safety on, run, all the while making sure my gun is pointed down the range. Bob's doing the same thing, except his fire selector is constantly on automatic, and his gun is pointing at me, instead of the targets. The same goddamn Bob, who accidentally fired his gun at the range, not a day before..
I told the Lieutenant that I'm not keen on dying today, pointed at Bob's gun, and reminded sir lieutenant of yesterday's occurrances.
I never finished that excercise.
Neither did Bob.