The day started extra early, chasing about doing errands. I ended up at the soup kitchen for lunch – having once been dumpster master there – having a great discussion about, what else, the CIA, with the rather special volunteers. There’s some… heritage… we’ll call it, of incisive military telecommunications among them. Because things are never as they seem, right?
Then it was off to test out the Glock. I hadn’t had any practice since the trip NOT to “Smeerna” but rather to “Smurna” (Smyrna!). Better this time on the FAM course with a passing 90% though one shot was overtime by 0.15 hundredths of seconds (otherwise well under the clock), but worse on the FBI course with a score somewhere in the 70s. I ain’t good at the long shots. Mind you, that’s all with targets 7.4 times smaller than regulation.
I narrowed down some of the problems of the Glock to a faulty mag. However, even with a new guide rod / double spring combo, the slide would still not lock back on an empty mag except once out of very many times. The only way is to count rounds fired. Not easy with adrenaline pumping in a critical incident. At least it fired.
No more Winchesters, which now I’m guessing are out-cycled military ammo that’s really, really old. Now it’s Federal Brass FMJ. I noted that if I hit the loop wire holding up the little dessert plate target, the Winchesters would only bend them; the Federals mostly cut them right in half, I’m guessing with more brass over the tip.
Then I took off from the hermitage to be back on my way to the parish. Meanwhile, on the way, I was taken aside to be given some fake news, you know, about our missile readiness, because, you know, that’s a normal conversation for me to have on a day off in the middle of absolutely nowhere, with cell tower dead zones many dozens of miles long. Of course, maybe that would be the ideal place to have such conversations. Anyway, this is sourced from the horse’s mouth, someone I’m sure some of you have encountered on the road. He’s the knucklehead with military tags who races from silo to silo, site to site, to do some “testing,” but going rather fast on the road, well into triple digits when he can. No law enforcement is going to stop him, not with those tags. I won’t repeat what he obviously wants repeated, which I’m sure is purposed misinformation. Otherwise, it would be among the highest classified military secrets we have. And he wouldn’t want to reveal any of that, would he? Sorry, my friend from NAS Pax.
This is a topic which has of a sudden come to the fore…