Yes, back in 1967-68 by weedmonkeys!
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Had a BB gun fight with my brother and some friends once in a canyon in the desert. I took a couple of BBs to the body. We got in big time trouble when the little sister of one of the guys told on us.
When I was 16 or 17 about 7 or 8 guys my age were lined up at the back bumper of our church bus, trying to push start it. We got it rolling pretty good and when the driver popped the clutch, the bus backfired directly at my thigh from about 2 feet away. My ears rang for several hours after that. That's as close to being shot as I care to experience.
Yes, back in 1967-68 by weedmonkeys!
Took fire from everything from an AK-47 to AAA in the form of 23mm, 37mm, 57mm, 100mm, and surface-to-air missiles. We gave as good as we got, and thanks to the Guy upstairs I was able to come home in one piece.
"Society never advances. It recedes as fast on one side as it gains on the other. It undergoes continual change; but this change is not [an improvement]. For everything that is given, something is taken."
Ralph Waldo Emerson
quite a bit iraq, including an IED that detonated 12 inches behind my back. was only ever shot at once here in the states. i was camping in colorado with my gf, and some fools were firing into a hillside that we were on the other side of, maybe 100 meters away. i flanked them and it took all of my self control not to kill them. they were just stupid kids out shooting and having fun. i chewed their asses and gave them a safety course.
War is not the ugliest of things. Worse is the decayed state of moral feeling which thinks nothing is worth a war. A man who has nothing for which he is willing to fight, nothing which he cares for more than his personal safety, is a miserable creature who has no chance of being free. -J.S. Mill
When Clint said "it is an AK-47, the prefered weapon of your enemy. It makes a distinct noise when fired", he sure was right. Desert storm, with the Big Red One. Quite a few times the first day. 2nd day we were sitting around chatting, when we heard a metallic buzzing sound. It kept getting closer in the sky. Half the city block was blown up when that Scud hit about a quarter mile away. Some people needed to change their britches that day. Still comes back once in a while late at night.
A person is justified in the use of deadly force, if such person reasonably believes deadly force is necessary to prevent imminent death or great bodily harm to such person or a third person.
After all of that, I think that your question probably was directed to small arms fire. Most of their rounds fired at us were heavy stuff, and in comparison the pucker factor generated by small arms fire was miniscule. Still though, I value my life, and am no fool.
I was thinking in terms of small arms fire but, since others brought up larger caliber weapons....
January 20th, 1991. I am on watch on my radar console in CIC at approx. 0230 in the north end of the Persian Gulf. Across the headsets I hear the aft lookout say "I think a missile just passed aft of us." Talk about going from zero to 60 in no time flat.
I am immediately being queried across the headsets by the TAO and others if my air search radar detected a launch or any incoming missile. I respond that I had nothing at all. My scope is clear.
Turns out it was some fool in a dhow firing RPG's at us, and doing it rather poorly.
The gunners mates took care of him with a mounted .50 cal BMG at day break after he tried to out run our Guided Missile Cruiser in the POS dhow he was in. He was not successful.
I got shot at some in 2006. Still have not told my mom or my wife about it. They still think I was behind a desk. I did tell my dad some.
In the 1980's, in a green uniform, somewhere in the western hemisphere, one of the other sides guns was a .50 cal MG - I will never forget the pretty tracers arcing...
the rest is probably not repeatable...
Somewhere in Latin America about 20 years ago. Coming out of a restaurant with a couple of other friends we were stopped by a couple of cops: Sgt Dumb and Rookie Dumber. Our crime was to have long hair and we were told to assume the position against a wall while rookie Dumber covered us with an Uzi, Mimia Vice style(Yep, an Uzi in the hands of a poorly trained jackarse rookie cop). As we were being patted by Sgt Dumb, Rookie Dumber had an ND and several bullets impacted about 3 feet above our heads. I was too scared to even soil my undies but I managed to look at my buddies and they were all still standing up unhurt and so was Sgt Dumber who went on a verbal rampage and disarmed Rookie Dumber. Sgt Dumb eventually hollered at us to get out and we complied with pleasure.
There were another 2 or 3 incidents, but this will always be the top.
I think it was Winston Churchill that said something along the lines of: There is nothing as exhilirating as being shot at...and survive." I must agree
You have to make the shot when fire is smoking, people are screaming, dogs are barking, kids are crying and sirens are coming.
Ego will kill you. Leave it at home.
I was shot at, and hit, with buckshot in a hunting accident a few years ago. I was not incapacitated from multiple hits. I was lucky.
I lived on 84th and Good Hope. The "Nice" Neighborhood. Used to go to church at the 1st Presby on Fond du Lac Ave. I went to SPI on 76th and Acacia down from the library and kitty corner from John Buroughs school.
I'm 26yo now and I still smell the gunpowder from that night. And the (my) vomit right after it happened. I'll never forget. Some day I hope I do.