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MARINES
7/9/2011 By Lance Cpl. Garry J. Welch
31st MEU
Lance Cpl. Christopher L. Kusierz, a machine gunner with Weapons Company, Battalion Landing Team 2nd Battalion, 7th Marines, 31st Marine Expeditionary Unit, sets up an M19 Automatic Grenade Launcher
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: Posted by H.V.O.M at 5:11 PM Tuesday, August 07, 2007
Land of the free, home of the brave
Very clear dream just before I woke up, although I can't remember all of it. I was on a small boat, probably some type of ocean-going fishing boat that is usually non-commercial, and Phoebe was there, although I can't visualize her, so the dream is probably all some kind of fictional about certain events. I don't know what the events are supposed to represent. In the dream, there is some kind of threat developing and I wish I could remember those details. The only part I can remember well, and this is very clear in terms of visualization, is when the hostile aircraft began approaching and I was shooting at them. There were several of us shooting at them and as I review that part, which doesn't visualize will in terms of what kind of equipment we had, it would almost seem to be the gun emplacements on USN ships. I think I remember thinking to myself we didn't have enough guns or good enough guns for the threat we faced. I can visualize an aircraft approaching and I had it lined up in my sights and was firing at it. I don't remember it getting close and I can almost visualize more aircraft like it in the distance, although they never got close enough to identify. There was some kind of large transport aircraft was fairly light black exhaust, that was probably normal exhaust, that did get close enough to identify, but I am not sure what kind of aircraft it was. There were some structures very close to us in the water and I can still visualize those as they were some kind of anti-aircraft gun emplacements that were fired remotely or automatically. Two of them were close enough for me to see very clearly and I can rememember details of one of them. The other was at an angle and I could not see the machinery inside of the structure. I can still visualize the one closest to me firing into the sky and I understand from during the dream that it was firing at our aircraft. I was firing bullets into it, hoping to hit hydraulic lines or something, but was having no effect. Later I would have some kind of grenade launcher and I placed a perfect round into the mechanics of the gun turret and knocked it out, although I can remember that I fired again at least one more time, probably two more times and hit it perfectly.
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JOURNAL ARCHIVE: August 31, 2006
I've been thinking for a while that the dreams I have are literal. They are the foreign dreams I used to write, the dreams produced by the manipulators of my thoughts. Don't know what to say about that last one. Jumbled, disturbing, painful. Somebody put in a lot of effort to make me forget those memories, if it is real. There was a scene there straight out the opening of "Saving Private Ryan" except that it seemed to be in the Middle East. And it was something like a pyramid I was running into, and I was by myself and every gun, there were countless guns, was turning towards me. It was sort of like a pyramid I was rushing onto, except that it was elogated, like a castle wall. In another scene, a two-star general or admiral was captured by the enemy. Back in the stretched-pyramid, I was fighting off an attack. Grenades were flying in on me, but I don't recall them going off. Then, I and some of my fellow soldiers seemed to be cleaning the place. A lot of other stuff that is fading from my mind. I feel sad, very sad.
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JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 9/7/2006 8:31 PM
I’m thinking I have extensive experience with this particular weapon. I am thinking that I used to carry one in the field, although I’m not sure if that is possible due to the weight but I am still thinking that I carried one. Maybe I am thinking of operating one of them on one of those SEAL vehicles. I am thinking I was quite good with it.
http://www.navy.mil/view_single.asp?id=38910
Gunner's Mate 2nd Class Justin Shea fires a Mark-19 40mm grenade launcher from the weather deck aboard the Arleigh Burke-class guided missile destroyer USS Hopper (DDG 70) during a familiarization firing.
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 9/7/2006 8:37 PM
I guess it actually is possible that I carried one of them. According to this article, the unit weighs about 72 pounds. I wouldn’t have been carrying much else, but I suddenly remembered times when I carried hundred pound sacks of dog food on my shoulder and also carrying railroad ties by myself. Maybe that is what I remember as carrying this weapon.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mark_19
The MK19 (also known as MK-19, M19, Mark 19, or Mk 19) is a belt-fed grenade machine gun capable of firing five grenades per second.
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 9/7/2006 8:42 PM
I have been thinking I was on the ground in both of these places:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mark_19
The Mk 19 has been used by American forces in Somalia (1993) and in Iraq (1991) by special forces operating behind enemy lines.
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"Earth 2" [ RACKETEER INFLUENCED AND CORRUPT ORGANIZATIONS US Title 18 ]
"Promises, Promises" DVD video
Sunday 27 November 1994
Episode 4 Season 1
00:29:15
Magus: Okay. We've got the commander's rifle, one handgun, two Mag-Pros and one of these.
Devon Adair: What is that?
John Danziger: Wow. It's a Mag-Pro grenade. I've never seen one of these before.
Magus: They're banned from the stations. One stray launch could blow an exohull. I don't suppose anyone knows how to attach one of these.
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Tom Clancy
PRINTING HISTORY
G.P. Putnam's Sons hardcover edition / August 1986
Berkley mass-market edition / August 1987
Page 290
"Commence firing!" the TAO shouted.
Pharris's gun mount went to full-automatic mode, firing a round every two seconds. The Bear was barely within range of her gun, and there was scant chance of a kill, but it was time to give him something to worry about.
The first five rounds fell short, exploding harmlessly a mile from the Bear, but the next three came closer, one exploding only two hundred yards from his left wing. The Soviet pilot instinctively turned right to evade. That was a mistake. He didn't know that the nearest row of "merchantmen" carried missiles.
Seconds later, two missiles launched and the Bear immediately dove to evade, a shower of chaff in her wake as she headed right for Pharris, which gave the frigate's gun crew another chance to score a kill. They fired off twenty new rounds as the plane approached. Perhaps two were close enough to damage the bomber, but there was no visible result. The missiles came in next, tiny white darts trailing columns of gray smoke. One missed and detonated in the chaff cloud, but the second detonated a hundred years away from the bomber. The warhead expanded explosively like a watchspring, breaking into thousands of fragments, and several ripped into the Bear's port wing. The massive propjet lost power in one engine and suffered major wing damage before the pilot regained control just outside of Pharris's gun range. She headed off north, trailing smoke.
The other Bear remained discreetly out of everyone's range. The raid commander had just learned a lesson that he'd pass on to his regimental intelligence officer.
"More radars coming on. Down Beats!" warned the ESM technician. "I count ten - count is increasing. Fourteen - eighteen!" the air-search radar operator sang out next.
"Radar contacts, bearing zero-three-four, range one-eight-zero miles. I count four targets, now five - six targets. Course two-one-zero, speed six hundred knots."
"Here come the Backfires," TAO said.
"Radar contact!" came the next call. "Vampire! Vampire! We have inbound missiles.
Morris cringed inwardly. The escorts all switched on their radar transmitters. Missiles trained out on the incoming targets. But Pharris was not part of that game. Morris ordered the ship to flank speed, turning north to race away from the missile's probable target area.
"The Backfires are turning back. The Bear is holding position. We have some radio chatter. Now twenty-three inbound missiles. Bearing change on all contacts," TAO said. "They're all headed for the convoy. Looks like we're in the clear.
Morris could hear the crew in the Combat Information Center take one deep collective breath. He watched the radar display with marginal relief. The missiles were streaking in from the northeast, and the SAMs were coming up to meet them. The convoy was again ordered to scatter, the merchantmen racing away from the center of the target. What followed had an eerie resemblance to an arcade game. Of the twenty-three Soviet-launched missiles, nine broke through the SAMs and dove into the convoy. They hit seven merchantmen.
All seven were lost. Some disintegrated at once under the hammering impact of the thousand-kilogram warheads. The others lingered long enough for their crews to escape with their lives. The convoy had left Delaware with thirty ships. Only twenty were left, and there was almost fifteen hundred miles of open ocean between them and Europe.
