From: Bruce Montplaisir
I grew up in a family with five girls and seven boys. Of the seven brothers three of us served in the Army, three in the Navy and one in the Air Force. One of my brothers ended up in the National Honor Guard in Washington, DC, and was the personal escort for Jackie Kennedy. Two brothers served on the Aircraft Carrier Franklin D. Roosevelt during the Bay of Pigs invasion. The brother in the Air Force was director of the Air National Guard budget for several years and director of the Air National Guard training program for several more years.
We are not pacifists; we did serve our country. We grew up with guns.
As a pre-teenager, I would save my coins to buy a box of .22 shells, not Star War figures or video games. When television started I was one of the first skeptics in the late ‘50s because it never made sense to me that those cowboys could duck bullets when birds, gophers and rabbits couldn’t, and they were a lot faster than Roy Rogers, Gene Autry, or any of the characters I saw on the one channel we did get from five to eight in the evening.
When I went in the Army it wasn’t very difficult to qualify as an expert with the M16. I had always been the smallest guy in my class, so when this six foot two, two hundred pound paratrooper told us if we wanted to be like him we had to go airborne, I signed the card. I never did get to be six foot two and the weight didn’t kick in for another forty years.
When I was down in Fort Gordon, Georgia, getting ready for radio operator school, a Drill Sargent came over and told me they had an opening in a senior radio teletype repair school that was twenty-two weeks long and I would be an E4 when I finished, if I went there instead of the radio operator school. “Boy,” he said, “this is a heck of a deal, there are guys that sign up for four years just to get this school.” No self-respecting farm boy from North Dakota would pass up “a heck of a deal” so I went to the senior radio teletype repair school.
Twenty-two weeks later we all graduated from the senior radio teletype repair school, we all became E4s, and most of us went to Germany. Just so happened they needed an airborne qualified senior radio teletype repairman that also qualified as an expert with the M16 in a long range patrol unit in Vietnam. After seven months with Company F 51st Infantry I was reassigned to Company F 75th Rangers.
When you retrieve a body it will often have a small hole in the front but when you pick it up there isn’t much weight because the whole back, beyond the front rib cage, is blown off so I kind of wonder why anyone would want to use an M16 of similar gun for hunting. It just seems like that would be kind of messy.
When I was hunting geese I had to have a plug in my gun so it would only hold three shots. I don’t know if that number has changed but it seems the only guns allowed to have an unlimited number of rounds are those designed to kill people.