A War Story

• In another life myself and some NCOS were tasked with teaching non combat arms soldiers from other units how to conduct raids and process persons of interest. Although I was not an NCO at the time- I wrote the training plan and also lectured.
• We were also to be like the out of town gangsters who moved into a shaky area in our territory and straightened things out as we represented- The Boss.
• For real- we were supposed to impart leadership, general discipline and personal appearance pride.
• We conducted sessions for two different units (one at our own armory) then we never heard anything else about it.
• But it did have a kinda Der Kommisar! feel to it while it lasted.
• A great- great memory was the time we wrapped up a training session early so we left the host unit.  On the way back to our home unit we stopped and played hooky by watching a movie at Sundance Square.
• We were Texas NG soldiers so there were no shortage of cops and deputies in my unit. A Dallas cop we were with went to jerk his hand out of his jacket pocket to stifle a sneeze in an elevator. When he did so his Beretta .22 fell out and hit the floor. 
• Years later I heard somebody tell the story except by then- the weapon discharged when it hit the floor and blew a hole in the wall of the elevator.
• The weirdest thing is I specifically and vividly remember Dallas cop guy who dropped the weapon even telling us at the time (after admitting that dropping it was a stupid 'croot thing to do) about how the construction of that particular pistol made it ultra safe to drop- and so although he shouldn't have dropped it- there was no way it was going to discharge. 
• One of those guys the last I knew was kinda high on the food chain at Tandy Corp.
• Another is a hospital administrator in Japan.
• The third is a really high placed Colonel in intelligence for the division.
• Fourth guy is/was last I knew a missionary in Honduras or Colombia.
• Me?! 
• I'm still just plain ole Kev.