I volunteer with a national organization called Bugles Across America (BAA). We have thousands of buglers standing ready to sound Taps at veterans funerals. Most military funerals use a digital recording of Taps, but it is so much more meaningful when performed live.
I showed up for a Taps mission on Saturday afternoon at an Episcopal church and cemetery in Virginia Beach, VA. There was a large crowd of mourners for the Navy Commander who had passed away and cars were parking in the grass at the edge of the main driveway. The Navy Honor Guard were already standing outside the church when I arrived. I was walking through a grassy area near some parked cars and had to stutter step to avoid stepping on their rifles lying hidden in the grass. I approached the group of sailors in their dress whites to discuss what they knew about the order of the service and where I would fit in. While we talked, there was a sudden snap, like wood cracking. We turned to see an older gentlemen parking his Jaguar sedan on top of the rifles! The sailors, all about 19 years old, ran to their weapons to retrieve them from under the car's tires, told the man to park somewhere else, and check the guns' actions. All of the bolt actions ejected rounds and fed from the magazines. Later, all fired their blank rounds when the triggers were pulled. I'll bet that closer inspection will yield cracked stocks and bent barrels.
Their commander, a mature older sailer of about 21 years, remarked to me that he had told them not to leave them there, and that each of them was responsible for bringing that rifle back to the base armory in the same condition as when it left. Fat chance that day! I was happy to know that my Glock was safely holstered on my hip.