Snake,
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Ok, While I was stationed in Germany I was attached to the Air Police Squadron for awhile to guard the nuclear warheads that went in our missiles if and when they were ever declared operational. Since the site was still under construction and permanent wiring had not been placed the guard shack ran off a loooong extension cord. The breaker had enough capability to run the heater or the lights but not both. During the night shift we would turn off the lights and turn on the stove to get warm and then switch so we could read until we got cold again. During one of these dark periods I heard a VW coming up the road which was strange because no one lived around the missile site. As it rounded the corner and started past the site I could make out what looked like blinking lights in the car but I couldn't figure out what it was until the glass in the guard shack started started falling out all over the place. About the same time as I got hit by flying glass I realized it was gunfire from the car and I nearly burnt the handle out of the field phone trying to get some help. I knew I was hurt but I thought it was from the glass so I lay still on the floor hoping they would not come back (I had no weapon you see] and waited for the Cavalry to arrive. When they did get there I had passed out from loss of blood where a bullet had shattered my breast bone. Luckily they got me to the hospital in time and they took out the bullet fragments and wired my chest back together and everything was hunky dorry,well, not really cause I was really [censored] at whoever had shot me and after I got discharged from the hospital I swore I'd get even. I tried but to no avail. I never even got a whiff of them. That was the 9mm parabellum story.
As far as the 45 goes I was on the range working as a line judge during a match when some idiot picked up a pistol that had not been safed and pulled the trigger to safe it. Unfortunately it still had a round in the chamber and it caught me in the rear of the right leg. Since it was a Military match we were all wearing webb gear with holsters, canteens, spare mags etc. and the round hit my combat knife and shattered putting three pieces of bullet into the rear of my right thigh. I know that hurt more than the 9mm because I didn't pass out and I could feel it all the way to the hospital. The Surgeon was a Navy Hack and didn't remove the bullet fragments so,of course, it got infected and they had to go back in and cut two humongous holes in my leg to let the wound drain and heal up from the inside and they still left one fragment in there that I've been carrying around for 42 years now.