Myself and an Iraqi soldier I trained and worked with walking through a remote village. Carrying a M4 with 10.5 inch barrel, LA-5, EO Tech reflex sight, magpul stock, pentagon tactical flashlight (before they got sued out of business by Surefire), and pmag.
Deckard pointed to the front door, his other hand gripping his rifle, directing his men into the casino.
The assault squads pushed through screaming civilians and made entry through the double doors, the sounds of slot machines emanating from within.
A gunshot cracked in the darkness, Deckard looked up just in time to lunge out of the way.
The would be trigger man went face first into the cement, his teeth skipping across the street and bouncing off Deckard’s booted foot. Edging backwards he looked up, the neon lights on the building preventing him from seeing into the darkness above.
Spraying the lip of the roof with a hasty burst of fire, he continued backing towards the protection of one of the assault trucks, his shots taking out segments of the neon bulbs. Another shot sounded, another body collapsed forward, this one down with arms hanging limply over the edge of the roof. His H&K G3 rifle smashed through another neon sign on it’s way down before landing on the sidewalk amid a shower orange sparks.
The Sigs were a good choice after all, Deckard reflected.
Running back across the street he pushed through the door and into another gunfight.
Turning from the scene, one of the supposedly dead Burmese suddenly launched at Korgan, the triangular shaped bayonet under the AK-47 narrowly missing his abdomen as the Sergeant Major twisted at the hips to avoid it. Undeterred the militia man sprang on the Kazakh pushing him into a nearby table, metal tools rolling off the edge and paper schematics flying into the air.
Momentarily stunned Korgan lost his grip of the fore guard of his rifle. Seeing an opportunity, the Burmese decided to grab at his AK and wrestle him for it, his own apparently out of ammunition or jammed. Reaching out with his weak hand Korgan grasped something on the table and swung it as hard as he could.
The solid steel billet caught the UWSA gunmen just above the eyebrow splitting the skin. The militiaman collapsed to the cement floor like a empty coat, dead from a fractured skull. Korgan looked at the billet in his hand, blood and skin coating the corner of it.
Shrugging his shoulders the squad looked on with nervous laughs.
Tossing the billet aside, it struck the ground just as the factory’s windows imploded sending triangular shaped pieces of glass everywhere under a torrent of gunfire.
This was January or February as I recall. It was pretty hot during the day but once that sun went down it was absolutely freezing. I took these pictures during the course of a five day reconnaissance patrol through a area not frequented by coalition troops.
I was an attachment to this unit for the patrol. As a Special Forces adviser I had five Iraqi soldiers with me who were there to help out with local engagements, meet and greets, and so forth. I have a lot of respect for these units who spent most of their deployment out in the desert like this. It isn’t easy living out of humvee day in and day out.
Sighting in from a roof top mock up at the range. As the sun continued to set we could watch the sun reflect off the .300 WinMag bullets as they arced along their trajectory with the naked eye. It looked like watching a tracer round but was just the setting sun reflecting off the copper jacket of the round.
Here are a few pictures from Gryphon Group, one of the vender training courses we went to before deployment. The emphasis at this course was mobility training so we spent a lot of time driving through obstacle courses, driving and shooting, react to contact drills, learning PIT maneuvers, and more.
One this range we did some pistol drills before training to shoot targets while seated inside vehicles. Next up was driving around the range (slowly) while firing from the vehicle. This time you are the moving target shooting at a stationary target.
Here you can see a couple of our guys shooting through the windshield. We practiced shooting through various types of glass you would find in a vehicle, mostly as a demonstration to show you the effect it would have on external ballistics. At pistol range it didn’t.
We had a pretty good time down at Gryphon Group but I’m still trying to figure out why our unit made it mandatory that we qualify on the X26 Taser and OC spray while we were at the course. And, yes, getting qualified means being tazed and getting hosed in the face with pepper spray.
This was a nice CZ75 pistol a contractor doing some construction for us had. I liked it enough that I was going to try and buy or trade something for it until I realized that he wanted to charge me enough that I could just buy myself a brand new one back in the US.
This is a AK rifle grenade that I was looking at in a improvised Iraqi arms room. It is fired from the barrel of the AK-47 with a blank round that is provided with the grenade. The pin in the nose is a safety.
This is a Gorjunov WW2 era Soviet machine gun. It fired the same 7.62x54mm Rimmed ammo as the PKM. I took this picture before I attempted to disassemble the thing. Ultimately an Iraqi NCO (pictured below) showed me how it was done. This particular rifle has been retrofitted with a bizarre flash suppressor (?) for some reason.
Check out this Chimera of a rifle. It was home made, constructed by the soldier holding it in his home with a mish-mash of weapons components. It features a AK receiver fitted with a home made M16 style charging handle, a PKM barrel, a improvised wooden stock, a Browning Hi-Power pistol grip, and finally a crappy BB gun scope. This thing actually fired, I saw it with my own eyes, from a safe distance of course.
Here is another shot of the rifle with it’s owner. You can tell he is a gear nut as well as being a gun nut. We had a lot in common. Note the flash bangs we gave him, the flare gun on his left side, and home made unit insignia on his chest.