Re: A bullet CANNOT knock someone/thing over can it?
I just found this on a Marine Corps safety corner PDF, the accounts of a Jared Foster. Doesn't seem like he's too knoweledgable in ballistics or about weapons in general.
I got shot by a .50-caliber. That's the biggest bullet they have in the military. Theround's about six, seven inches long, maybe half an inch around.It's not meant to go inside people. It's an armor-piercing round. They go through tanks and bricks and stuff. It was an Army weapon that went off, friendly fire.
It hit me in my butt and my lower back. I say I don't have a butt to sit on now,and I really don't.The only thing that saved my life is I was maybe five to 10 feetaway from the .50-cal when it went off, and it didn't have time to tumble and pick up speed and velocity. It went through me, three feet of wood, four feet of a dirt berm, went another 300 yards and hit another dirt berm. I think the angel wings (tattoo) on my back saved me. The.50-cal didn't touch my wings.
My buddies cut my blouse off to find out where the blood was coming from, and from what I remember, my guts and intestines fell out. I was sitting there trying to scoop up my insides, and they threw me back on the cot and were patting me down with gauze to try to stop the bleeding. But the blood was going everywhere. It's hitting my face. It's hitting the ceiling. It's hitting the walls. I felt sorry for the guys who had toclean it up.
The next thing I knew, they dragged me outside on the cot, usingit like a stretcher. They put me in an SUV, and I couldn't fit all the way in, so they were holding my hands and the cot while we rode to the hospital, hitting every bump. From Baghdad, they flew me to Germany; from Germany, to Bethesda, Md., ICU andall that.When I came to at one point, I saw my parents. I don't know how to describe it. They were just there. There's Mom and Dad sitting over me, hovering. They said I got shot by a .50-cal. I went, "Nah. That would rip your head off.“The doctors said they didn't know if they could save me. They didn't know how to put me back together, because they'd never seen anyone shot by a .50-caliber. The hole in my back was huge. But whatever they did worked.