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RID Training - Day 2
So 21 of us showed up on day 2 to a class room lecture about containment.
I can’t really go into details about it since its a form of operations, but it was an extremely informative class that we’d practice later on in the day.
They bought the class out to the Killhouse and kept us in a large room with chairs.
The instructor told 4 people to put on helmets with neck protection and that we’d be using Simunitions.
Awesome, Simunitions is like Paintball but better. The guns are real, the rounds are real but with a little less powder and paint filled caps as bullets. They fly about 450-500 FPS and can / will break exposed or thinly covered skin.
I was up first, no problem since I’ve done this sort of thing many times before.
They brought me to the front of the Killhouse and had me face away from the door. The instructor said, “When you hear the buzzer go off, turn around and handle business.”
Okay, I’m thinking I’m going to do a solo Building search and inevitably get shot, as is usually the case.
BUUUZZZZZZZZZ
I turn around to see three people standing 10 feet from me.
The first person I see is pointing a shotgun at me, I fire 2 rounds at his chest and 1 at his face mask. The second person I see, who is standing maybe 2 feet from the first guy has his hands up in the air like a victim but he’s holding a gun. He wasn’t an immediate threat so I looked a guy number 3, who was holding a Tazer.
Guy number Three fired his Tazer about the same time I shot him in the head.
Good times. Scenario 1 was over.
The rest of the class went through the same thing, some people killed everyone, others didn’t shot a single person. It’s training and is to be expected.
Back into the waiting room we were sitting down talking about the first shoot scenario and the instructor came in and asked for two people.
Of course, I went first with my partner.
They lead us back into the Killhouse into a small 15×15 room.
Walking into the room I immediately noticed that there was a balloon taped to the east and west walls…
As I took that image in, the instructor then said, “Okay, this time your going to have to stand next to these ballons, opposite each other. I want you to engage the balloon first when you hear the buzzer and when you pop the balloon, you must do a magazine exchange and then I want you to shoot your partner. First person to hit the partner wins.”
I looked at my partner and said, “Sorry man, I won’t hit anything exposed” jokingly. He didn’t find it too funny, knowing how good of a shot I am.
BUUUZZZZZ
I drew the gun from my holster and from the hip, shot the balloon hearing a satisfying POP!
I then immediately did a magazine exchange and fire three rounds into my partners chest.
He was still trying to shoot the balloon, and wasn’t very happy. Shooting isn’t his strong point.
The rest of the class went through the same thing and then the people that “won” their first engagements went on to face people that also “won”.
For my second turn I was matched against a girl that on the range barely hit the target, let alone the peanut.
Being a good sportsman I told the instructor that it wasn’t a fair matchup and that maybe I should go against the next person in line. He didn’t seem to happy about that and said he’d make it even.
No problem, it’s his course, his rules.
I saw him take both of my magazines and unload every single round. He put 2 rounds back into each clip and handed me the firearm.
Alrighty, I suppose that evens some ground.
He handed me the gun to holster and I noticed the gun he gave me wasn’t the same color as the rest of the guns. I didn’t think much of it but I took a mental note.
BUZZZZZZZ
I fired round one at the balloon and the firearm stovepiped… which is when the round gets stuck as it ejects and jams the weapon.
Crap, I cleared the malfunction and inserted my new magazine into the gun.
Upon making the weapon hot, the magazine feed two rounds into the gun, jamming it up again in a “Double Feed” weapon malfunction.
The picture became quite clear to me then. I looked at my opponent and said, “Just shoot me in the chest and don’t miss.”
She took her time, popped off her rounds at the balloon and then reloaded, shooting me 3 times in the chest.
On the way out of the room, the instructor looked at me and smiled, “Hey Mr. Weapons guy, that gun malfunctioned a lot didn’t it? Yea, we use that in training since its meant to do that and we need to clear it as practice. Better luck next time.”
Hmmmm.
After that was all over we went to the Defensive Tactics course.
Todays main event, after an hour of seriously hard Physical Training, was wrestling with a subject.
The instructor told us, “Subjects, if you get arrested, you do 25 pushups. Officers making the arrest, if you fail to arrest him and he gets away, you do 25 pushups.”
I can only tell you that I got hit in the face, neck, groin, back, arms…. and this was a real fight. Every single person went all out… someone even got a bite mark to take home from the same girl that shot me.
So now we finished that lovely brute fest and went outside to do the containments.
I can’t go into details about that but long story short, every single car that was driven left with front end damage.
And of course, on the way out of training they PT’d us for another 45 minutes.
After PT my Sarge showed up for whatever reason, “Hey whats up Dash!”…
I looked at him and smiled, “You’re such an Asshole”. Now I was mocking him, “Oh it’s a great class, lots of fun. You’ll have a blast”. He started laughing and said I need to work on my pushups, which I already figured out since I could only do 40 or so. I’m a shooter, not a workout buff. I’ll hit a target every time where I want too, that’s my role on a unit. I understand that role and know my limitations. Pushups isn’t my thing.
I got home and had a nice dinner, Excedrin and now I’m about to fall out.
Night.
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