this is what i get to protect me at work

When I worked on post, a coworker was in the Navy reserves. He used to drill up in the Raleigh area. One week he was telling me about his 'active shooter' drill. Lock doors, hide behind furniture, wait for cavalry. I just laughed. Told him back in my day we would have been ripping the door off the hinges to get the bad guys.
 
One of the things that so many, sheep especially, don't realize is that the "officials" aren't responsible for your protection, just the general public at large, which really means sacrificing you if it keeps things contained. This just adds insult to injury when it comes to forcibly disarming people and denying them the most effective tools available.
 
I worked on Bragg for a year doing building controls work on new construction. This was in the tora bora area off chicken road. I hated going on post because of all the acp bs. I left that job and haven't been on post since. I even let my membership to mckellars lapse. Just wasn't worth the headaches.
Used to love mckellers, but after a few ND’s they got strict there and every weapon had to be registered, and I’d be screwed if brought the wrong firearm, and pmo did a random search
 
Used to love mckellers, but after a few ND’s they got strict there and every weapon had to be registered, and I’d be screwed if brought the wrong firearm, and pmo did a random search
I do kind of miss the buffet. And the buffet at the Iron Mike conference center. But not enough to go on post.
 
Never liked going on post even back when i didnt even own a gun. One wrong turn and you were staring down the bbl of an M16.

My last job in a cube farm in a small office in a big building with an open door policy, we had a cipher lock on the door and as people in the cube farm routinely got fired, they changed the combo on the lock. Better than nothing but not by much.
 
Never liked going on post even back when i didnt even own a gun. One wrong turn and you were staring down the bbl of an M16.

Made that mistake totally by accident on an AF base; thinking I was taking a road around the base, it took me to the SAC alert facility, which had two B-52s parked. I did get my own escort to that road I was looking for....
 
I can remember when fort Bragg used to be fun. As my old 1SG would say 'we're paratroopers. We work hard, we play hard'.
 
Made that mistake totally by accident on an AF base; thinking I was taking a road around the base, it took me to the SAC alert facility, which had two B-52s parked. I did get my own escort to that road I was looking for....
I was in San Diego in the mid-2000’s...within arm’s reach of 9/11 and still seeing the heightened security everywhere. Being from FL, it was cool to look across the water in San Diego and see aircraft carriers parked there. I asked an MP on the city-side of the water if they were able to be toured. He said “sure, just drive to the main gate and ask.”

In hindsight, he probably got a good laugh at that—sending a car load of college idiots to the main gate with such a stupid question.

We drove over the bridge, waitied in line at the gate, and finally made our way to the guard. Nothing but muscle wrapped in an inhumanly-tight uniform filled my driver’s window.

“STATE YOUR BUSINESS” was barked down at me. I managed to squeak out “ummm...I’d like to tour the aircraft carrier...”

I was immediately cut off with “NEGATIVE; TURN RIGHT AND EXIT” and a hand signal showing me which direction was my right, in case there was any confusion.

I found myself staring down a gun emplacement with a wall of sandbags and a few helmeted heads peering over the top of the makeshift wall. The barrel of the gun followed the rental minivan full of college enginerd students as we snaked our way through jersey barricades in the drive-of-shame exit lane.

As I mentioned, hindsight tells me this wasn’t the best of ideas...because, you know, a van load of enginerds could be deemed a threat of epically international proportions and would be treated as such!
 
I was in San Diego in the mid-2000’s...within arm’s reach of 9/11 and still seeing the heightened security everywhere. Being from FL, it was cool to look across the water in San Diego and see aircraft carriers parked there. I asked an MP on the city-side of the water if they were able to be toured. He said “sure, just drive to the main gate and ask.”

In hindsight, he probably got a good laugh at that—sending a car load of college idiots to the main gate with such a stupid question.

We drove over the bridge, waitied in line at the gate, and finally made our way to the guard. Nothing but muscle wrapped in an inhumanly-tight uniform filled my driver’s window.

“STATE YOUR BUSINESS” was barked down at me. I managed to squeak out “ummm...I’d like to tour the aircraft carrier...”

I was immediately cut off with “NEGATIVE; TURN RIGHT AND EXIT” and a hand signal showing me which direction was my right, in case there was any confusion.

I found myself staring down a gun emplacement with a wall of sandbags and a few helmeted heads peering over the top of the makeshift wall. The barrel of the gun followed the rental minivan full of college enginerd students as we snaked our way through jersey barricades in the drive-of-shame exit lane.

As I mentioned, hindsight tells me this wasn’t the best of ideas...because, you know, a van load of enginerds could be deemed a threat of epically international proportions and would be treated as such!

Nothing at all like that, the Saturday after 9/11 my cousin got married in Goldsboro, his bride was (still is) daughter of retired AF colonel. It took us 4 hours to get on base, the SPs were nice enough but they searched inside and underneath the car, and had to call in our bona fides to see if we were legit. I am sure they were happy about having to do that with 300 wedding guests.

Security on mil bases was stupid crazy after 9/11. Just getting into my reserve center became a nightmare.
 
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