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My turn to put my head on the chopping block or What I have learned by hanging around the Gun World for 60 plus years Part One

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.
Anyways I am still amazed that they actually trusted me enough for a 14 year old boy to wander around the place after it closed at 5. The only rules being were to not shoot toward Highway 395 or waste ammo.
Otherwise it was a free fire zone for me and I like to think that I put a fair dent in the varmint population over the years down there. But Grandpa sadly died and then my so-called Uncle* ran the business into the ground and that closed that chapter of my life.
* I think he was dropped on his head when he was born. That or Grandpa had tied one on before he was conceived.  That & I refuse to acknowledge him as my Uncle. Yes I hold some grudges.
BUT LET US MOVE ON!!!
It was also at the Nursery that I got two of the best presents that a boy like me would’ve gotten. One was a Copy of the book Mr. Rifleman by Colonel Townsend Whelen USA. From my favorite, Uncle Max and my lovely Aunt Doris during Christmas 1969.
If you do get a chance to get a copy of this book. I most highly recommend getting it, As the Colonel is a master wordsmith.That and every time I reread it I learn something new. Which might tell you it’s either a great book or that I am still mighty slow in learning things.
The other gift was when my Dad and his father Morris bought me a Winchester Model 121 in 22 Long Rifle.
Because that rifle taught me more about getting a good sight pattern and how to squeeze the trigger than any other rifle has. If one has a chance to buy one. I can tell you it will be money well spent. But let us move on.
Now most of my life at the time was my struggle to get thru school and hopefully go to college. But my Dad did his best for me and would take me to the Pasadena Police range and crank off a few rounds.
It is a pity that the city closed it down in the late 70’s. As it was a well thought out and run range. Where I learned a lot about attention to detail and self discipline.Plus I got to spend some serious time with my Dad who was suffering thru a lot of health problems.
Now I am going to skip over College and the Army. Seeing that it was all a big blur to me. But do have to say this about the Green Machine.
In that it knocked most of the shit out of my head. I also found that I had muscles that I didn’t even know existed. Also your hair can hurt if you are properly motivated. But I was never as good in shape as I was when I was in.
I also got to meet some great folks that I never would’ve met otherwise. I also got to see what real leadership looked like. That and I go to see how the real world works.
I also found that I really liked the M-16, The Pig (The M-60). Ma Deuce (M2, HMG) and the Grease gun. All in all, my Wise Dad was right about a few things about the service. In that the more you put into it the more you get out of it. Also the Army will make a good man better and a bad man worse.
But then that man pissed out more brains than I ever will have!! So I could not have asked for a better man for the job of being my Father.
Then I had to get a job and somehow fell into Teaching in the Juvenile Hall Court Schools in Los Angeles. “Yes just because your in jail does not mean you get out of going to school”
Where frankly I had a ball there. Now I don’t know if I taught my thugs anything but I sure had fun! Strangely enough, I still miss my students. Seeing that I never had a bad class while serving there for some reason.
Now for the great news in that the pay was really good and I finally could go out and start building my Gun collection.
One of the first guns that I picked up was a S&W Model 29 with a 6 inch Barrel. 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.
Now for me at least that turned out to be a pile of whale manure. Seeing that if one had a good solid grip with it. I would have no real problem cranking off a couple of rounds and have a decent pattern too. I am just really sorry that I had to sell it because of a marital problem.
Which I won’t bore you with. (As I now have the World’s Greatest Wife and I am amazed that we have been married now for over 16 years. God REALLY does move in strange and mysterious ways!!) But let us move on and talk about guns!
I also discovered that I must be cursed or something. As I began to buy quite a few Colt 1911’s and found that they were nothing but trouble for me. And I mean every one of them were a pain in the ass for me. Starting from WWII Surplus 1911’s , a Colt Combat Commander then a mid 1960’s 1911 and even a Colt Gold Cup. Every one of them gave me nothing but trouble.
Even when folks let me try their 1911’s that worked great from them but the curse would follow me.
What with stove piping, failure to cycle, new barrels quickly becoming s smooth bore etc etc. Yeah I know !! But I generally used some better ammo like the Sellier & Bellot , Federal and even CCI with these clunkers.
That and I am convinced that I sent my Gunsmiths kid thru college. What with all the times that I came to see if a miracle could be produced with all the 1911’s that I turned in to be fixed.
(Also I should mention that I earned my Expert Pistol Badge with the Army too. But it took 3 different pistols to earn it at Camp Roberts during one very long hot day.)
So I was on the verge of giving up on the 45 ACP. But the Big Guy upstairs decided to cut me some slack. For some reason a brand new Sig Sauer P220 was up for sale at Lock Stock & Barrel over on Rosemead Blvd in Pasadena. Somehow & I don’t remember how but the really nasty owner was willing to do a lay a way with me.
After 2 months and having gone through the purgatory of California gun requirements / rigmarole. I was the proud owner of a P220. Where upon it & I promptly after school ended that we roared over to the local indoor pistol range in Monrovia.
Now I would not blame you if you cast doubt on what I am going to say. But here goes! After setting things up. I sent the target out about 25 feet away. Pulled the slide back and released it. Then I let fly a round at it.
Frankly, I could not believe what I saw. As I had hit the x in the x ring squarely which I had almost never had before for me. Okay I thought it was a lucky shot right? Nope. As I then proceeded to literally put the entire magazine inside the 10 ring.
As you can guess by now. I REALLY fell in love with this Swiss/German bullet projector!! Then things got better as I took it home and began to field strip it and give it a well earned cleaning.
Now if you have had the misfortune of never dealing with a P220. Let me tell you compared to, oh say,  the 1911. It is just a wonderful pistol to clean. None of this messing with the barrel bushing, watching the recoil spring disappear into the twilight zone or  pulling the slide release out.
There is none of this my friends. All one has to do is clear the action, pull the slide back in the locked position, take out the magazine. Then you just have to move the switch on the side of the lower receiver. Then just pull the slide off.
Then just tap the barrel and out it comes. Carefully compress the spring and out come with the barrel guide. Then wipe everything down with break free cleaning fluid and then just do everything I just told you in reverse.
Bottom line – I can get the whole pistol done with no rush in about say 10 minutes?
My Son Willie b.t.w. can do it even faster but he is such a show off. But what can one expect with a kid that’s a Lawyer with an MBA & who has only 3 jobs. He is such a lazy kid!
But let us move on!
Now try cleaning in that amount of time with say, a Broomhandle Mauser or a P08 Luger. Which can be a real nightmare if the gun does not like you! Yes guns have feelings and God help you if your firearm decides that it does not like you in a firefight.
But I still think that both of these pistols are REALLY neat and very evil looking. But I also found that they are also very temperamental and not very accurate. However both are great safe queens and investments.
Think I am kidding? Just go look thru oh say Guns America and check out the prices.  As you will be looking at a price tag of  thousands of dollars just for a beat up shooter.
Machine Guns
Thanks to the Green Machine / 1/18th US Cavalry.
I was able to fire a M-16 several times on full auto and was able to hit almost nothing with it. Big surprise huh? Since the gun was not really designed by Mr Stoner to do that.
Unless of  course a horde of barbarians are rushing your position and your claymore mines did not go off in time. Then switching your M 16 to fun mode i.e. full auto / Rock & Roll will come in mighty handy.
I was also able to fire St John of Browning’s masterpiece. The Ma Deuce, which is an awesome weapon IF you have it properly mounted on a tripod. As it is extremely heavy and if you try and do a Rambo with it.
Since in my experience you are not going to hit squat from what I learned about it at Camp Ripley. (Where the Army failed in trying to teach me on how to ski.) I give it an A++ Grade
The M-60 MG – Now this weapon also is really heavy & I still don’t know how those guys in Vietnam were able to hump this beast in that heat and humidity. BUT if you keep it and your ammo belts clean. You are really going to clean somebody’s clock!!! I give it a B++ grade!
The only problem is the barrel as one can really heat it up when you fire long bursts.  So you have to swap barrels fairly often. But if you don’t have that Asbestos Glove on your person. Then get ready for some serious burns.
The M-3 “Grease Gun” Now I was really lucky as our Squadron was going to turn in theirs. So of course we took them up to the National Training Center and shot off all the 45 A.C.P. ammo that we had squirreled away over the years.
Granted it is not a very impressive weapon to gaze upon. BUT do not be fooled!! As I found this WWII Veteran to be a gun of beauty. As it was light, simple, rugged, accurate and VERY reliable!!
In other words if God forbid I had to go into a gunfight tomorrow. I would be just delighted to be issued one of these great weapons. I would give it a grade of A++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.
Now the first thing I noticed is how HEAVY this S.M.G. was. Seeing as that almost everything about it was made out of machined steel. Which frankly this makes for one mighty tough gun. As you could probably drove a tank over it and it would still function.
Also when you fire it off, I was really surprised by how much fire came out of the barrel. The other thing that was at least for me was that it shot up and to the right.
So I did the trick that my Dad the former Army Drill Sgt / Survivor of the Korean War told me. I.E. One tickles the trigger so that one will have short bursts. If you do that then you can get some fairly impressive patterns for a machine gun.
So I would have to give this weapon a B- due to its weight. Seeing that I would hate to have to carry one on a route march. But I would be very happy with it if somebody is trying to harm me or my loved ones!
Move later Grumpy
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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

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The Ginsu Missile November By Will Dabbs, MD

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.

AGM-114 Hellfire Details

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.

Loading AGM-114 Hellfire missiles on an MQ-9 Reaper drone.

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.

The Dude

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.

AGM-114R-9X results.
The devastating effect of two AGM-114R-9X Hellfires dropped directly into Abu Khayr al-Masri’s vehicle.

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.

The Aftermath

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.

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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

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The Army’s New M7A1 Spear: Shorter, Lighter, and Finally Making Sense? Scott Witner

SIG M7A1 Spear carbine with 11-inch barrel and suppressor
When the Army picked the SIG MCX Spear as its Next Generation Squad Weapon, the reaction in a lot of gun circles was mixed.

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.

From M7 Spear to “M7A1” – What Changed

Side by side with the earlier M7 Spear, the changes are obvious even before you shoot it.

Barrel and profile

  • Original M7 Spear barrel length was around 13 inches
  • The new variant runs an 11-inch barrel
  • Barrel profile has been redesigned specifically around 6.8×51’s high pressures.

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.

Upper receiver and weight

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.

Handguard and lockup

The handguard is new as well

  • More functional M-LOK real estate
  • Easier access to the gas adjustment
  • Beefed-up attachment with larger screws and improved clamping

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.

Gas plug and suppressor

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.

  • Flow-through design
  • Prioritizes flash reduction and gas management, not sound
  • Built to reduce gas to the shooter’s face and long-term health risk

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.

6.8×51 Out of an 11-Inch Barrel – The Numbers

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

  • A 20-inch M16 with 55-grain 5.56 is usually around 3,100 fps
  • This 11-inch 6.8×51 is pushing more than double the bullet weight only about 150 fps slower

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.

Recoil and Controllability – Better Than the Original Spear

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

  • Noticeably more controllable than early M7 examples
  • Recoil impulse feels softer and more linear
  • Still more recoil than an M4, but not unmanageable

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.

Controls and Ergonomics – Familiar, with Some Army Nonsense

One of the big wins of the M7 program is that it keeps most AR-style controls. That matters for a force that has lived on the M4 platform for decades.

Ambidextrous controls

  • Ambi safety that can be run with the firing hand thumb
  • Bolt release on both sides
  • Ambi magazine release

The safety, in particular, is a real improvement over older service rifles. It feels like a proper modern carbine control layout.

Dual charging handles

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.

  • If the bolt is locked to the rear and the side charger is still pulled back, dropping the bolt can smash your thumb
  • You now have two systems to teach, two ways for troops to half-learn instead of one way to master

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.

Stock and rear end

Soldier feedback killed the folding stock. The M7A1 runs a fixed stock on a 1913 rail rear end using a compact Magpul stock.

  • Simpler
  • Less to break
  • Still allows different 1913 stocks to be mounted if needed

Sling mounting is straightforward QD at the rear and various points along the handguard. No nonsense there.

Magazines, Ammunition Load, and Squad-Level Reality

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.

  • A squad equipped entirely with 6.8×51 carries roughly 60 percent of the round count they would with 5.56
  • Every magazine is heavier
  • Belt-fed guns and DMRs add even more weight on top of that

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

  • A heavy hitter for punching through armor and light cover
  • A gun for the guy anchoring a sector at distance
  • A weapon for specific roles rather than a one-for-one replacement for every rifleman

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.

Armor and Near-Peer Threats

The whole reason this program exists is armor. Potential near-peer adversaries like Russia and China are fielding increasingly effective plates and soft armor.

The idea behind 6.8×51 and the M7 is to keep the U.S. infantry rifle ahead of that curve.

  • Higher velocity
  • Harder projectiles
  • Better performance through modern armor and intermediate barriers

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.

  • Designed for a fight that may or may not happen
  • Tuned for near-peer engagements at distance
  • Overkill for many of the low-intensity fights the U.S. has actually been in for the last two decades.

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.

Where the M7A1 Actually Fits

After several hundred rounds in the video, the verdict is pretty straightforward: the M7A1 is a clear improvement over the original M7 Spear.

Strengths

  • Real battle rifle energy from an 11-inch barrel
  • Better weight balance and about a pound lighter than the earlier gun
  • Much improved controllability in both semi and full auto
  • Stiffer handguard and better barrel lockup for laser-equipped guns
  • Optics and controls that feel familiar to anyone raised on the AR platform

Weak points and open questions

  • Ammunition load and weight remain a major concern at the squad level
  • Barrel life and logistics at 80k psi are going to demand careful management
  • Dual charging handle requirement adds complexity for marginal gain
  • Left-handed shooters will still get a face full of gas compared to 5.56 guns
  • This is not the right rifle for every soldier in every mission

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.

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Staring Death in the Face By Will Dabbs, MD

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.

The Beast

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.

The Rampage

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.

The Death House

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.

Details

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.

Ruminations

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.