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The Battle of Beecher Island
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The Battle of Beecher Island
So let me start off with the great news! Seeing as that the overwhelming number of folks that love and use guns. Are some of the kindest, friendliest and helpful folks that I have ever had the privilege to know.
As they are almost always open to having helped and encourage this old fart to become a better man and shot. To them I want to say thank you and it has been an honor to have been around you. As to those other folks, well the least said the better I guess.So where to start?
I guess that I should mention my Father and my Mom’s Dad. As they were the ones to infect me with a long slow burning love of guns and shooting. Seeing that I really did not have any hobbies besides reading. Plus my Dad was afraid that I might get into drugs or some nonsense.So one day back in the mid 1960’s. As my folks were driving me home from school. And yes there were schools back then even in California! I noticed a long brown cardboard box in the back of our Volks Wagon Bug. With the large printed word of Ithaca on it.And so started my saga. Now I won’t lie about how I was able to hit the target at 300 yards with this single shot 22.Because frankly I was a really rotten shot to tell the truth. But like all things worthwhile in life with a lot of practice, some good coaching from Dad and my Grandfather. I very slowly started to get the hang of things. But it took a very long time to get my shit together,But let us leave that and move along smartly. My first experience with a pistol was with an Italian reproduction of a Colt Navy that fired a 36 caliber chunk of lead.With a lot of smoke, fire thrown on for good measure. Again I was not very good at first, Seeing that I could not have hit the broad side of the Pacific Ocean on a good day.But not let us belabor the fact. Anyways during this time was the tail end of the really Golden Age of Guns here in California. Seeing that there were a lot of gun shows and a LOT of well stocked Gun Shops. The only problem being that it seemed that I was always broke.But I was able to get some nice toys. One that stuck in my mind was a Winchester Model 94 that my dad & I “bought” together from now get this Sears! Yes back in the bad old days of Politically Incorrect. That Sears actually sold guns!And this is what happens when you do stupid stuff!
The thing about this rifle was for a 8 year old boy was the stout recoil. Which frankly was a huge surprise to me and my Grandfather.For him at least he was a shotgun and 22 rifle man. Which because he owned a nursery in Northern San Diego County came in mighty handy. As the place was just over running with Rabbits, hares and grey squirrels. That and it was a really rural area around the small town called Rainbow.Anyways I was dumped down there as I think my folks wanted some down time from me. So I was allowed to use Grandpa’s single shot 410 shotgun. If my mind is still working right now as I write this weird story. It had the words New England on it and the rest had worn off.



Ma Deuce (M2, HMG)
Now like most red blooded men of my generation. I had seen all of the Dirty Harry films and was convinced that it would kick like a mule.
But let us move on and talk about guns!

Yes guns have feelings and God help you if your firearm decides that it does not like you in a firefight.




The Thompson Sub Machine Gun If one is ever in Las Vegas and have some spare time. There are several indoor ranges that rents Machine Guns to shoot. So care to guess who went to one? Yep, Where I was allowed for about $100 to fire off a full magazine of 45 A.C.P.











I still say the old Army Tradition of putting the idiot in a room with a bottle of whiskey and a loaded pistol needs to come back in style. Grumpy

Just a quick show of hands, who here loves paying taxes? That is, of course, a rhetorical question. The only folks who enjoy paying taxes are New York socialists and Bernie Sanders, a man whose only extra-governmental real jobs were as an aide in a psychiatric hospital and a part-time carpenter. The rest of us think taxes pretty much suck.
The federal income tax rate in America ranges from 10 to 37%. State taxes are a wildly mixed bag. Alaska has reverse taxes. They actually pay people to live there. Eight predominantly-red states levy no income tax at all. California is naturally the worst at 13.3%. Every state charging above 9% is a Democratic stronghold. I’m sure that’s just a coincidence.
So, why all this talk of infernal revenue, might you ask? Because I have finally found something that makes me glad to pay my taxes. The AGM-114R-9X is the coolest weapon since the Roman gladius. Folks in the know call this the Ginsu Missile or the Ninja Bomb. Uncle Sam won’t reveal what these bad boys cost, but they’re worth every penny.
The AGM-114 Hellfire was first introduced in 1984. Hellfire stands for Helicopter-Launched, Fire and Forget. The Hellfire missile weighs about 100 pounds and is 64 inches long. Today’s Hellfires are precision guided via a semi-active laser homing system or a millimeter-wave radar. Max effective range is somewhere around 11 kilometers. The Hellfire was originally intended as a dedicated anti-armor weapon to be used on AH64 Apache gunships. However, they’ve gotten way cooler since then.
The problem in the modern era of ubiquitous camera phones is proportionality. The days of leveling a city to undermine a nation’s capacity to wage war or kill one seriously evil dude are over. We need weapons that will whack the bad guys without unduly cluttering up the place.

The basic AGM-114 isn’t bad. The Hellfire employs a top attack profile wherein the round climbs to a high altitude and then plunges down toward a target from above at around Mach 1.3. The intent is to defeat the thinner roof armor of most modern armored vehicles, and the Hellfire is magnificent at that. A single conventional Hellfire missile costs between $99,600 and $150,000 per round dependent upon the particulars. They are otherworldly accurate.
Hellfire warheads weigh about 20 pounds and come in a wide variety of flavors. Current rounds are equipped with a tandem HEAT (High Explosive Antitank) charge designed to defeat explosive reactive armor systems. However, when used against individuals, this shaped charge warhead is still fairly untidy.
The AGM-114R-9X first saw service in 2017. The Hellfire 114R-9X doesn’t have a warhead at all. Instead of explosives, this vicious little monster deploys half a dozen steel blades out of its central chassis immediately before impact. Now imagine a 100-pound swirling steel salad shredder coming at you at 1,000 miles per hour. As this is well above the speed of sound, you won’t even hear it coming.
Abdullah Abd al-Rahman Muhammad Rajab Abd al-Rahman was also known as Ahmad Hasan Abu al-Khayr al-Masri. His friends, if ever he had any, would have called him Abu Khayr al-Masri. The general deputy to the notorious al-Qaeda leader Ayman al-Zawahiri, Abu Khayr al-Masri was a proper psychopath.

I’ll spare you the gory details, but this reprobate guy blew stuff up and murdered people across a couple of continents because his dark god told him to. For this reason and some others, Donald Trump rightfully determined that al-Masri needed to die.
On February 26, 2017, al-Masri was toodling along in a car alongside another unwashed, bloodthirsty terrorist in the Syrian province of Idlib. Orbiting silently overhead was a General Atomics MQ-9 Reaper drone equipped with AGM-114R-9Xs.
There was a loud bang, and al-Masri’s car swerved to a stop amidst a massive shower of sparks. Bystanders rushed up to see what had happened. What they found was pretty tough to unsee.
Photos of what remained of Abu Khayr al-Masri’s car were fascinating. We hit the vehicle with two of these weapons, leaving a pair of matching star-shaped holes in the roof.
The windshield wipers remained intact. At least one round punched all the way through and left a crater in the ground. The car rolled a short distance past the impact point prior to stopping. Suffice to say, Al-Masri’s gory encounter with the U.S. military didn’t enhance his vehicle’s resale value.
Thanks to the AGM-114R-9X, the United States of Freaking America can puree pretty much any Bad Guy on Planet Earth. Think of the Ginsu Missile as a supersonic Cuisinart that will pulverize the enemies of our great nation most anyplace in the world. I’d gladly pay taxes for that.
I myself do not have a very high opinion of him. So I guess that one day I will have to explain that one. But not today as I am just too tired! Grumpy

On paper, the 6.8×51 cartridge promised better armor-penetration and range than 5.56. In the real world, the original M7 Spear carbine came off as heavy, gassy, and hard to control for the average soldier.
What SIG brought out for this recent range session is what the original gun probably should have been from the beginning: an 11-inch, trimmed-down variant that feels a lot more like a fighting rifle and less like a science project.
Garand Thumb and his crew spent time on the range with what they’re calling the M7A1, a prototype the Army hasn’t officially named yet, but clearly represents the next evolution of the program.
Side by side with the earlier M7 Spear, the changes are obvious even before you shoot it.
The 6.8×51 hybrid case runs around 80,000 psi. The original gun used a fairly overbuilt profile to survive that pressure and unknowns in the early testing cycle.
With more data, SIG has moved to a refined profile that keeps life in the same ballpark while dropping weight. Barrel life is still roughly around the 10,000-round mark for military 277 ammo, which is about what you’d expect at those pressures.
The upper itself went on a diet. SIG shaved roughly a pound off the system by combining the lighter barrel and trimmed upper.
More important than the raw number is where the weight disappeared from. With mass pulled off the front half of the rifle, the M7A1 feels noticeably handier than the original Spear. It mounts faster, transitions easier, and doesn’t feel like you’re steering a fence post through a doorway.
The handguard is new as well
Early Spears had visible barrel and rail flex under pressure at the front of the gun. The new lockup stiffens that interface. Pushing on the rail now produces far less visible deflection, and it returns to zero better than previous versions. For a gun that’s going to wear lasers and be used for night work, that matters.
The gas plug has been redesigned and is easier to actuate thanks to the new handguard. The suppressor is entirely different in concept from what most shooters are used to on 5.56 guns.
The point here is simple: this is a frontline combat rifle, not a clandestine gun. The designers cared more about flash signature and keeping troops from sucking carcinogenic gas all day than squeezing out a few more decibels of suppression.
You still get flash, and the can heats up fast because 277 burns a lot more powder than 5.56. There’s no way around that. The heat shield helps with handling, but you still do not want that can touching bare skin or clothing.
The big question with cutting the barrel down from 13 to 11 inches is whether you cripple the cartridge.
Garand Thumb ran reduced-range training ammunition through a chrono from the 11-inch barrel. That ammo is designed to limit downrange danger, but it’s loaded to give the same velocity and recoil profile as the full-range combat load.
The five-shot string averaged about 2,943 feet per second with a 113-grain projectile and a standard deviation of around 14 fps.
Put that in context
That is serious energy out of a very short package. Even with reduced-range ammo, drop at distance was minimal enough that the shooter could see how flat the round flies. With ball ammo, the performance only gets more unforgiving for whatever is on the receiving end.
The tradeoff is barrel wear. High pressure and high velocity eat steel. Nobody should be shocked that you are not getting 30,000 rounds out of a barrel at 80k psi.
Compared to the original M7 Spear, the M7A1 feels like a different gun on the shoulder.
On full auto, both experienced shooters and the camera crew ran mags at CQB distances and kept rounds in the A-zone. The key points
The lighter front end and tuned gas system help here. The original Spear, especially with early ammo, had shooters climbing all over the target in bursts. The new gun stays much flatter, assuming the shooter does their part and drives the gun aggressively.
Gas blowback is higher than a suppressed 5.56, as expected, but not in the “unshootable” range. Right-handed shooters will tolerate it fine. Left-handed shooters are going to get more gas thanks to where the ejection port lives and the volume of powder being burned. That is not unique to this rifle.
The safety, in particular, is a real improvement over older service rifles. It feels like a proper modern carbine control layout.
Then there’s the charging setup.
The Army required both a traditional rear charging handle and a side-charging handle. That adds complexity and a little weight. It also introduces some quirks.
There are niche cases where a side charger helps, especially in deep prone with a ruck or barricade in the way. Whether that justifies the cost and complexity is another question. That’s not on SIG that’s on the requirement writers.
Soldier feedback killed the folding stock. The M7A1 runs a fixed stock on a 1913 rail rear end using a compact Magpul stock.
Sling mounting is straightforward QD at the rear and various points along the handguard. No nonsense there.
The rifle uses NGSW-pattern magazines made by SIG. These are designed around the specific feed angle needed for the steel-tipped armor-defeating projectiles in the service load. That’s the same reason you saw Enhanced Performance Magazines for M855A1 in 5.56.
A key point from the Rangers who have worked with the Spear in testing the ammo load penalty is real.
That matters for fire superiority. Thirty rounds of low-recoiling 5.56 that troops can shoot quickly and accurately still count for a lot in any fight.
This is where the role of the M7A1 starts to make more sense. Several experienced voices in the video argue that this should not outright replace the M4. Instead, it makes more sense as a special weapon in the platoon.
Think of it more like
That aligns with where a lot of people already assumed the program would end up even if the official messaging hasn’t fully caught up.
The idea behind 6.8×51 and the M7 is to keep the U.S. infantry rifle ahead of that curve.
At the same time, armor is a moving target. Plates get better every year. Coverage can increase. There is also the simple fact that armor does not cover the entire body. Bursts of 5.56 into the pelvis, lower abdomen, and thighs still ruin people in a hurry.
That doesn’t make it a bad weapon. It just means everyone needs to be honest about the tradeoffs. You gain reach and armor defeat. You lose ammo capacity and some of the effortless controllability of 5.56.
After several hundred rounds in the video, the verdict is pretty straightforward: the M7A1 is a clear improvement over the original M7 Spear.
We are watching the U.S. try to leap ahead of the armor curve with a high-pressure hybrid cartridge and a new generation of carbines built around it. The first version of that rifle had real problems. The M7A1 shows that SIG and the Army are actually listening to user feedback and iterating toward something that feels like a real fighting rifle.
If this pattern holds, the final issue gun that lands in infantry units may look a lot closer to this 11-inch, trimmed-down M7A1 than the original heavy Spear.

Major Nidal Hasan is a proper monster. He lacks the vision or ambition of a Stalin or a Hitler. He also doesn’t seem to possess the same sort of dysfunctional source code as did Jeffrey Dahmer—the alpha cannibal. Hasan is a different sort of psychopath. He was cultivated.
To put it in natural terms, Major Hasan was a phasmid. A phasmid is an insect of the order Phasmatodea. Examples include the stick bug or creatures that look like leaves. Their superpower is the capacity to pass themselves off as something they are not. Hasan used his unique capacity for camouflage to murder his own kind.
Major Nidal Malik Hasan was born in Arlington County, Virginia, in 1970. His parents were naturalized Palestinians who raised him a devout Muslim.
In 1988, Hasan enlisted in the U.S. Army and eventually earned a spot in USUHS, the Uniformed Services University of the Health Sciences—Uncle Sam’s military medical school.
Hasan was a marginal medical student, spending a fair amount of time on academic probation. He graduated the four-year course in six and completed a residency in psychiatry at Walter Reed.
He then assumed responsibility for helping integrate emotionally-broken combat veterans back into society. Throughout it all, colleagues voiced quiet concerns that Major Hasan just didn’t much care for America or Americans.
On November 5, 2009, Major Hasan showed up at the Fort Hood Soldier Readiness Processing Site with a 5.7x28mm FN Five-seveN pistol.
When he bought the gun three months before, he had asked the guys at the gun shop for, “The most technologically advanced weapon on the market and the one with the highest standard magazine capacity.” Hasan entered the building, bowed his head cryptically, shouted, “Allahu Akbar!” and opened fire.
Hasan shot 32 people. The 14 dead included one unborn baby. Active duty soldiers were all unarmed per standing regulations. A responding civilian police officer shot Hasan five times and finally ended the fight.
Hasan was rendered paraplegic—paralyzed from the waist down and confined to a wheelchair. He was convicted of premeditated murder and sentenced to death.
He made a huge stink about having to shave his beard for his trial, claiming infringement on his religious rights. Hasan currently resides on death row at Fort Leavenworth, Kansas. His final appeal was exhausted in March of 2025 when the U.S. Supreme Court refused to hear his case. Secretary of War Pete Hegseth has publicly stated that it is time for Nidal Hasan to die.
Convicted murderer Nidal Hasan.
I once spent three months at Fort Leavenworth. Relax, I was there for an Army school, not a criminal sentence. However, I did get to tour the prison. That included the very place the monster will meet his god should Uncle Sam follow through on his threats. It was a profoundly moving experience.
Everything about the process is codified into a Standard Operating Procedure. Nobody has to think. In my day it was a big three-ring binder. I’m sure it is computerized now. When it is time, the prison staff just opens up the book and does what it says.
Twenty-four hours prior to execution, the prison SWAT team secures the prisoner and moves him to a holding cell.
The convict has no input whatsoever. For a full day, three shifts’ worth of MPs stare at him to make sure he doesn’t kill himself before the government gets its chance. That’s where he takes his last meal. A couple of hours before the big event, the SWAT team shows up again and walks/drags the condemned down a series of stone steps to the place of execution.
The actual room has one-way glass on two sides. One facet is for government witnesses. The other is for victims’ families. The interior walls are covered in soundproofing material. The table has arm supports like a Christian cross with heavy, leather restraints aplenty.
Once the man is strapped down, Army medics start two large-bore IV lines. These lines disappear into holes in the wall. Physicians take no part as that would violate the Hippocratic Oath.
On the other side of the wall, there are two matching closets. The fixtures seemed relatively crude, having been crafted by the prisoners themselves.
In each closet is a holder for an IV bottle. One includes normal saline. The other contains some lethal concoction. They are held in the fixtures upside down. There is a red and a green light in each little room. This is where the two executioners work.
Outside, there are five sequential landline telephones. This is so that, should there be a last-minute stay, word will get through no matter what. The ceiling is made from those ubiquitous acoustic ceiling tiles. This is the last thing the condemned man will ever see.
Hanging from the ceiling is a small microphone. The prison warden reads out the charges and then starts a watch. The convict has three minutes to say anything he wants, then the warden leaves…even if he’s not done talking. The lights change, and the executioners flip the bottles. When the monster dies, he dies alone.
I naturally stretched out on the table and stared at the ceiling, imagining what that might feel like for real. It seemed a bit like being at the dentist. You’d want to be anyplace in the world but there.
It doesn’t matter how bad a man you are or what brought you there. I suspect the utter helplessness of the thing would strip a guy of any bravado or swagger. Major Nidal Malik Hasan will likely soon get to put that hypothesis to the test. May the One True God have mercy on his soul, because the United States of America most certainly will not.