In the Sandbox, Don’t Necessarily
Do What the Locals Do
Today’s
lesson comes from that informative magazine
Soldier of Fortune,
issue of March 2005. It contains lots of
interesting articles
including John
Farnam’s Combat Weaponcraft column. His effort for
March 2005 was entitled Expert Gun Handling – Not
and is, in part, reproduced below for your
edification.
“Weapons
Handling in the Mid East from a Friend in-Country:
Gun handling, safety,
and storage, as practiced by locals, is horrifying.
Armed Iraqi nationals,
Iraqi National Guard and Iraqi police are all
incompetent and utterly unsafe. We never go
anywhere near them. Muzzle discipline does not
exist. Fingers are always inside trigger guards and
in contact with triggers. Manual safeties on AKs
are always ‘off.’ Collapsible stocks are never
extended, and fixed stocks are often cut off (‘style
points,’ apparently). NDs are more or less
continuous. People here are shot by accident all
the time. No one cares.
All deliberate firing
is full-auto, of course. I’ve never seen anyone
actually aim a shot. Thus, many more people here
are shot by accident than are ever shot on purpose.
Marksmanship is a lost
art. Sights are never used. In most cases, locals
don’t want to hit the other combatant. Therefore,
they shoot over the adversary, hoping he will return
the favor. In a gunfight (over a parking place)
just outside my hotel two weeks ago, I saw and heard
over a hundred AK rounds fired between two angry
drivers at a distance of 10 meters. Neither
antagonist was hit, but both cars were totaled!
Carrying of handguns
is also scary. Casually stuffed in waistbands,
belts, pockets, they fall out constantly. What
holsters there are, are crap. G19s, Browning HPs,
CZs and Makarovs. Some are loaded. Some aren’t.
No one ever seems to be sure. Ammo is shot up as
fast as we give it to them in ‘happy fire.’
Consequently, most local cops are only given five
rounds at any one time.”
Well, I’ll let you
draw your own conclusions on the breaches of gun
safety protocol as appearing in the above. Scary
stuff, what?

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