Armory Duty at Camp Hansen
Kilo 3/4 March of 75.
When I arrived at the "Rock", I was assigned to Kilo co. 3/4 at
Camp Hansen. I was then assigned to the co. armory. One afternoon
while I was diligently checking and re-checking all the weapons therein,
a 2 Lt (I don't remember his name) walked in. He walked up to my door
and asked for his .45. It seemed that the 90 day wonder had officer of
the day duty and was late. I asked the lt. for his weapons card. He
told me that he was late for his duty and his weapons card was his
"Boq". I again asked for his weapons card and explained "No card, no
weapon!". I had my armory keys dangling from the front of my duty
belt. The lt became rather upset with my defiance and started making
the "Normal" threats to me. While I was standing near the door, the lt
reached through the opening where the weapons pass through and yanked
the keys from my belt. He was feverishly attempting to gain entry when
he heard the ominus sound of a .45 being cocked and locked. He looked
up and saw me, aiming my .45 at him. He REALLY got angry then. He
started yelling "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING POINTING A LOADED
FIREARM AT A 2ND LT. IN THIS MAN'S MARINE CORPS!". I told him in a calm
voice to place the keys on the counter of the door and take 10 paces
backward. He again made hollow threats and "Attemped" to intimidate
me. I told him if he opened my cage door I WOULD fire on him. I took a
few steps backward, kicked the wall 3 times and yelled at the top of my
lungs, "Captain Baker to the armory".
When the Capt. arrived, he saw and heard the lt. at my gate and said
"Calm down, Miller. Whats the problem?" I told him what had transpired.
He told the lt. to do as I said. The lt. looked at the Captain like he
was crazy and started hoopin' and hollerin' again. The Captain, who was
a VERY big black man, told him in the most intimidating voice I have
ever heard, "DO WHAT THE ARMORER TELLS YOU TO DO OR HE WILL FIRE ON YOU
LT." The lt. reluctantly placed the keys on the counter and took one
step back. I again told the lt. take ten paces back. He looked at the
Captain and all he got back was a stare. The lt. complied. The Captain
asked the lt. to accompany him to his office. After retrieving my keys
and placing them in my pocket, I stepped to the back wall of my armory
and put my ear to it. I heard the BEST ass chewing I have ever heard to
this day take place in that office. The lt. returned about 30 min.
later, with his weapons card in hand. He placed it on the counter of my
door and stepped back. I placed his .45 on the counter along with his
ammo. He then apologized for his rude behavior, collected his weapon and
ammo and went about his way.
Thought y'all would enjoy that story.
L/cpl Miller D.H. India co. 3/4. 3/75-4/76.
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