Quick story: Way way back, a long long time ago, when I was training recruits in the art of grenade throwing, one of my recruits tossed a dud. We went through the normal wait procedure, and then I, being the range safety NCO, had to assess and disarm. In front of the entire troop, I moved very slowly out onto the range and to the grenade. When I got close enough, I saw that the safety clip had not been removed when the pin was pulled, so the spoon had not ejected. I looked around, took a deep breath, and snatched it up. I walked back to the bunker, put a pin back in it, gave it to another instructor, and went outside the bunker for a smoke to be alone for a few minutes. I could hear the recruits talking about me. "What balls. Hard fucking core. Nerves of fucking steel. Fearless!" I could barely light the cigarette, my whole body was shaking.
As the Armourer, she is ultimately responsible. That was her leadership role.
But Baldwin should never have pointed an unchecked gun at anybody. You never let anyone, including the control, tell you a weapon is safe; once you hold it, you're the one responsible for its safe handling. Baldwin was the classic moron in this.
As the Armourer, she is ultimately responsible. That was her leadership role.
But Baldwin should never have pointed an unchecked gun at anybody. You never let anyone, including the control, tell you a weapon is safe; once you hold it, you're the one responsible for its safe handling. Baldwin was the classic moron in this.
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