Yeah I Was In The Corps…

no I don’t know your friend Steve.

That’s a paraphrase on Ranger Up’s shirt, a hilarious take on the uninitiated civilian’s view of the military. You vets know what I’m talking about, “Oh you were in the Marines/Army/Navy/Air Force, you must know my friend Steve.” Yes, it’s happened to me. Well I recently came across something else that reminded me there is in fact such a thing as a stupid question, at least to the learned of a particular subject.

Recently Cheapshot acquired a new toy, a Springfield Armory M-1 Garand to be exact (Yes she’s in good condition, and no I’m not posting pictures for you hoplophiles to jerk off too. They’re already sticky enough 🙂 ). So we were talking about researching her history. Now, I know on a cerebral level that beyond a born date, your average schmoe ain’t gonna be able to find shit about a particular service weapon unless there’s some sort of personal knowledge or connection to it, such as a vet who remembers the serial number of his weapon, or something like that. But hey, Algore blessed us with this wonderful nettubiewebby thing, so who knows right? So I googled Garand Histories and found someone with entirely to much time on his hands who also apparently doesn’t know your friend Steve.

“Q. Can you give me the history of my M1 rifle, serial number 123456?

A. Your rifle was assembled on March 16, 1943 beginning at 1:03 PM by Springfield Armory employee Robert Charles Wilson. The weather was unseasonably warm for mid-March in Massachusetts and Wilson wished he could have taken the day off. When he started assembling the rifle, Mr. Wilson had just finished lunch at the Springfield Armory cafeteria where he dined on broiled chicken (which was a bit overdone) and green beans that were too salty for his taste. Wilson was the youngest of four siblings (two boys and a girl). He got along with his mother but he and his father has issues that he never talked about. He tried to enlist in the Army but was flat-footed and near-sighted, thus took a job at Springfield. He was dating Cynthia Morgenstern, a rather plain-looking young lady but with a great personality who he met at a church picnic a year earlier. They talked about marriage but she insisted that he have a “paying job,” hence his employment at the Armory.

After cutting his finger on a screwdriver and smashing his thumb with an assembly mallet, Wilson completed assembly of the rifle at 3:47 PM. He would have finished it earlier but the overdone chicken resulted in some intestinal distress which resulted in several “delays.” The rifle was then passed to Bob G. Willett, an employee of the Ordnance Department for inspection. It was found to be satisfactory and he applied the proof firing mark and the final inspection stamp. He always found it curious that the stamp was “GAW” when his initials were “BGW” but he never asked anyone as he didn’t want to appear dense. The rifle was packed in a wooden crate with nine other rifles and shipped out via truck express the following day (March 17) at 9:10 am en route to the Springfield Ordnance District receiving facility. It remained in storage there until March 23 when it was sent to Camp Beauregard (near Alexandria, Louisiana) and arrived on March 31 at 4:14 PM. On April 3, 1943, the rifle was unpacked and logged into the arms room records by supply sergeant Timothy “Tiny Tim” (don’t ask how he got the nickname) Jones. Jones was a recent draftee from Skunkworks, New Hampshire and was not at all happy about being assigned to Camp Beauregard. He wanted to do his job, “keep his nose clean,” and get out of the Army as soon as possible. The rifles in the shipment were eventually issued to Company B, 3rd Infantry and your particular weapon was assigned to 19 year old Pvt. Millard Duckworth, (ID #5589689878) who had just joined the unit the previous month after volunteering at the recruiting center in his hometown of Ames, Iowa. He often thought about what on earth possessed him to volunteer. Duckworth played baseball in high school (left hand pitcher) and imagined himself going to the big leagues after his stint in the Army. However, he wasn’t nearly as good as he thought himself to be as his fastball was actually pretty lame and his control wasn’t up to pro standards, however he was a decent hitter (for a pitcher). Pvt. Duckworth qualified with the rifle at Camp Beauregard but thought it was too heavy and recoiled too much and he much preferred his Marlin .30-30 lever action that he used back home for deer hunting. On the evening of June 2, 1943 Duckworth and his squad had detailed-stripped their M1 rifles and he accidentally got the trigger assembly mixed up with the one of the rifle belonging to PFC George Wray (rifle serial # 222098) which had different drawing numbers on the housing and hammer. It worked fine and neither soldier was aware of the switch even though the rifle became “non-original” at that point.

On November 17, 1943, Duckworth and three other members of his unit were transferred to the Camp Sludge motor pool at Bayonne, New Jersey. It may not be coincidental that all four were given poor fitness reports by their first sergeant. Pvt. Duckworth dutifully turned in his rifle and the supply sergeant commented that he didn’t take very good care of the weapon and made him clean it again before he would accept it. The rifle remained in the arms room as newer Garands had been received just before the unit shipped out to Great Britain to train for the rumored cross-channel invasion. Rifle #123456 along with three other rifles (serial numbers 345681, 199098, and 333598) were shipped to the Hartford Ordnance District depot on February 12, 1944 for storage and subsequent disposition and arrived at the facility on March 3, 1944. Your rifle was cleaned by a part-time worker, Phil Hendershot (middle name not known) and put back into storage where it remained until after the war.

On March 7, 1946, your rifle, along with several hundred others in storage at the Hartford OD, were sent to Raritan Arsenal for inspection and overhaul where they arrived on March 15. In an amazing coincidence, Pvt. Duckworth was discharged from the Army from the Army the same day in the same state (New Jersey).

The rifle was logged into Raritan’s records the following day and on March 17, it was one of the rifles assigned to Armory worker Ralph Waldo Fosdick for inspection and refurbishment. Fosdick, a native of Troy, New York, had worked at the Raritan for about a year and a half was glad he was able to miss getting drafted. As Fosdick looked at the rifle he muttered, “Gee, what idiot had this rifle? The stock looks like a fencepost and the barrel a sewer pipe.” Fosdick rebarrelled the rifle and replaced the stock along with some worn springs. He stamped the stock with a “RA-P” inspection stamp. He had always been curious about the letters and guessed that the “RA” meant Raritan Arsenal but couldn’t figure out what the “P” mean until somebody told him it was the initial of his boss, Harry Petersen. When preparing to send the rifle to the warehouse for storage, he accidentally bumped it on the side of the rack which is why you see that 2 ¼ “ ding on the left side, below the stock ferrule (assuming you haven’t sanded it out yet). Fosdick looked around to make sure no one else saw what happened and the rifle was sent to the “cosmoline room” (Fosdick pitied the poor schmucks who worked there) before being sent to the warehouse where it remained until May 5, 1951. This rifle, and 671 other M1s, were shipped to Benicia Arsenal for possible use in Korea. The rifles, including yours, arrived in California on June 1, 1951 where they were sent to the storage facility there after being logged in by Arsenal employee Selma Frump. As events transpired, the rifles were never issued and remained in storage at Benicia until August 15, 1961 when they were ordered to be transferred to Anniston Army Depot. As these rifles, including #123456, had been unused since being overhauled at Raritan they didn’t require any work and were logged into Anniston upon arrival in Alabama by Depot employee Lester F. Myers who dutifully checked the serial number and general condition of the rifle. Since it was covered with cosmoline and was slippery, Myers accidentally dropped the rifle on the concrete floor which is why the buttplate is indented a bit . He shrugged and then picked up the rifle and placed it in a wooden crate along with hundreds of others for long-term storage. The rifle remained in storage at Anniston until January 18, 1999 when it was acquired by the Civilian Marksmanship Program for sale to qualified purchasers. CMP armorer Wesley G. Rogers cleaned and degreased the rifle and inspected it for functioning, etc. and it was placed in the “sale rack.” The rifle selected to fill an order by Clark W. Griswold of Brokeback, Texas on April 16, 2000. He used his income tax refund to buy the rifle which seriously ticked off his wife who wanted new drapes for the living room. Griswold had to sleep on the couch for a few days until he wised up and sent her some flowers which got him out of the doghouse. He received the rifle on May 7, 2000 at 5:33 PM and eagerly opened the FedEx box. Upon examining the rifle, he was a bit disappointed as he had hoped to have gotten lucky and received a M1 still remaining in its WWII configuration rather than the usual post-war rebuild. He took the rifle to the local range and fired 4 clips at the target with mediocre results and took the rifle back home and gave it a cursory cleaning. After getting fed up with his wife’s constant complaining about the old drapes, he took the rifle to the Dallas Market Hall Gun Show on September 18, 2000 to sell it and stop the old bag’s (excuse me…”concerned spouse’s”) incessant nagging. The rifle was bought by Doug Surpie, a part-time gun dealer and flea market merchant for $75.00 more than it originally cost Griswold. On October 5, 2000, Surpie had the rifle on his table at the local gun show in your town. Dan Stickett saw the rifle and wanted to buy it but only had a personal check which was refused (which is a good thing as it would have bounced as he only had $14.31 available in his account at that time). Several other people at the show looked at the rifle until you came along at 11:47 AM and bought it after haggling $25.00 off the price, giving Surpie a total profit on the rifle of $175.00 (some of which went to buy watered-down soft drinks, stale nachos and a greasy barbeque sandwich at the gun show concession stand).

I apologize for not having any information on Pvt. Duckworth’s E.R.A. when he pitched in high school or Phil Hendershot’s middle name. Regardless, I still hope the above thumbnail sketch of your rifle’s history is of some interest to you. Please let me know if you require any additional information regarding your rifle as time didn’t permit me to fully research the weapon so I could give you a more detailed response. Best wishes.”

With every thing going on in our dear republic, I needed the chuckle. I hope you that you did too. And no, I don’t know Steve.

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LibraryGryffon
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Yes, someone had way to much time on their hands, thank God. Definitely needed cheering after the news from the formerly Great Britain today.

If you think “Did you know my cousin Steve?” is bad, try visiting Ireland. When we lived over there, you could mention that my father’s family was from New Jersey, and someone would always say “Oh, you must know my aunt’s brother-in-law’s cousin, Seamus.” No last name, not even a town in New Jersey, we just obviously must have known every Irishman in the whole damn state. Boston was worse.

Emperor Misha I
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Pshaw… I get that about my entire country, ferchrissakes! “Oh, you’re Danish by birth? Well surely you must know Lise Jensen of Vester Fjummermose who stayed with us as an au pair back in ’87?” “Lise? You bet! I had a threesome with her and her big sister Tina back in December of ’92, December 3rd, to be exact, which was a rather cold day or maybe it was just the running around naked in the snow after downing almost two bottles of snaps that made it seem that way. You would not believe the things she can do with… Read more »

Igor, Imperial Booby
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Igor, Imperial Booby

Well….. Kilroy was here…… :em05:

LibraryGryffon
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Emperor Misha I @ #: Makes sense actually, given that it’s only about half the square milage of Ireland, though with slightly more people. Americans look at that to them tiny country, and assume it’s so tiny everyone must live next door to everyone else. Funny thing was that the Irish always assumed we knew everyone in a given US state, I guess thinking they were comparable in size to Irish counties. But if we were in the States and ran into someone from Ireland, if we mentioned that we were living in Galway and they said, “Oh do you… Read more »

LC Xystus
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FWIW a columnist in our local paper, a retired Lutheran pastor who writes about Scandinavian stuff, commonly has stories of finding unexpected relatives when he goes to Norway, or of meeting famous Norwegians (or their relatives) in North Dakota.

dasbow
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dasbow

There are famous Norwegians?

Eric Praline
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Eric Praline

dasbow says:

There are famous Norwegians?

Well, there’s Ole and Lena. Everybody’s heard stories about them.

LC TerribleTroy
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LC TerribleTroy

There was Vidkun Quisling…….and I’ll be running along now……….

Imperial Grammar Hun, G.L.O.R
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The Crunchmeister opined:

You vets know what I’m talking about, “Oh you were in the Marines/Army/Navy/Air Force, you must know my friend Steve.”

What? You don’t know Steve? I thought EVERYONE knew Steve…where ya been?

single stack
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single stack

The “I don’t know your friend Steve” meme makes me giggle a bit whenever I see it because, well…um…

I’m Steve. :em01:

And I served in the Air Force. 11CAMS, 41st ARRS, MAC, McClellan AFB. The birds we flew (HH53C) were Mayaguez survivors.

I enlisted 2 months after the fall of Saigon, and got out just before Reagan’s election.(guess who was the Pres)

LC Ohio Right Wing Nut
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LC Ohio Right Wing Nut

Kinda go along with the T-shirt that I seen a young man wearing, he was an Army vet, It Read..”Support our troops, except Steve, that guys a dick”

bruce
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bruce

kilroy was my best buddy in the army!i have an m-1, it is a great rifle except for the 8-round clip in stead of the 20rd magazine that garand wanted.

The Mulatto Maker
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The Mulatto Maker

LC Xystus says:

FWIW a columnist in our local paper, a retired Lutheran pastor who writes about Scandinavian stuff, commonly has stories of finding unexpected relatives when he goes to Norway, or of meeting famous Norwegians (or their relatives) in North Dakota.

I thought all Norwegians lived in North Dakota by now- it certainly seems that way…

…and I did meet Steve in the Army. Japanese dude from Cali. Cool cat, played a lot of Xbox- and would not turn down even the most retardedest of dares.

LC hilljohnny
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LC hilljohnny

I always say “Steve? sure I know Steve.” then tell them about the goat incident. :em05:

LC Sir Clambake, Imperial Black Ops Technician, K.o.E.
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bruce says:

kilroy was my best buddy in the army!i have an m-1, it is a great rifle except for the 8-round clip in stead of the 20rd magazine that garand wanted.

Well, I must admit the Italians have a flair for weapons design/modification. You want a BM-59. :em01:

Mark
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Mark

#10 Single Stack, I dunno, how are you going to fit a 20 roung mag on an M1? The M14 is a much better weapon.