I had a friend, that I went to boot camp with that worked with Carlos Hathcock at the Quantico Sniper School on developing the .50cal Barrett sniper rifle. This was in the early 1980's and Hathcock was working as a civilian having been medically retired a few years earlier. I think the rifle design was completed in 1980, by Ronnie Barrett's firearms manufacturing facility that was located in middle Tennessee around Winchester. I pass it all the time when I travel to Nashville. The Marine Corps expressed interest and it was tested and tweaked by the personnel at the sniper school in order to make it suitable for combat deployment. I think it was adopted in like 1982. T.L., the friend, was working as a Drill Instructor at Parris Island and got into some trouble. He got drunk at the NCO Club and was making some trouble. The MP's were called and they arrested him. They were dealing with some other drunks involved in the same incident when T.L. decided to escape and E&E back to his area. He came into the squad bay and the recruit on fire watch was screwing off or something, so he grabbed him by the neck and stuck him to the wall, choking him out. The MP's in the meantime had followed him back to the barracks and pulled him off the recruit and took him to jail. He had been a good Marine, so his CO gave him the option of going to trial or declaring that he had a substance abuse issue and be placed into a treatment program. He did the latter. He was sent to an alcohol rehab program at Camp LeJeune. The silly fug had such a bad drinking problem that the doctor had him on Antabuse. He would slip out at night get a pitcher of beer, the Antabuse would make him vomit, then he'd go back to drinking. During the period he was in treatment, he was assigned to the rifle range. He had shot high score on the range several times during semi-annual qualifications. A lot of days he drew a rifle and boxes of ammo and just shot all day. When he was released from treatment, he applied for Sniper School and went off to Quantico. After graduation they retained him at the school as an instructor and that's where he ended up working with Hathcock on what became the M82. He was a really good sniper and specialized in counter sniper work. Had quite a few kills.
I grew up in Indiana, went to high school there. A new kid was looking a little lost so I took him under my wing. Gave him a ride home after school and he introduced me to his father, a Marine Gunny who had lost a leg below the knee. I mentioned I wanted to join the Navy after high school and he tried to talk me into joining the Corps. I wasn't that crazy. He then offered me an after school job cleaning his horse stalls. (Five Morgan horses and palomino. I asked about pay and he suggested I could get some trigger time. Then he took me out a shed and showed me his collection. Center piece was a M2 .50 cal. that had be given to him by the Marine Commandant when he retired. I felt in love on the spot. Spent four years training under a genius with Maw Deuce. Saved my life many times after I graduated from high school. His son sent the M2 when Dad died. I've since passed it along on permanent load to a certain Missouri state emergency reaction team. They come around every year for fam fire and I get a box or two. We fire next to a local prison. The inmates hear that .50 and they try to be real good for as long as they can.
A green parrot-cruiser-sub combo: only in Darwin!. (That’s the title to this) It’s of course a patrol boat, but still a cool pic. Danita Charlton
A Sumatran rhinoceros calf is seen next to her mother, Ratu, at the Sumatran Rhino Sanctuary in Indonesia's Kambas National Park on Saturday, September 30. Sumatran rhinos were once found in great numbers across Southeast Asia, but fewer than 80 remain in fragmented areas across Indonesia, according to the International Rhino Foundation. The calf's birth represents hope for a species threatened with extinction due to illegal poaching and habitat loss. Antara
The best I've done was put three .270 Winchesters down range in a 1 1/4" circle (130 yards). Gift from my uncle he had sighted in at two hundred yards. He said that gave him an inch (or so) low at 100 or 300 yards. Dropped a deer at 50 yards and still have all but 4 of in the box. I'm left eye dominant and right handed and he obviously wasn't. I was two inches off center.