My platoon, having installed the kits in 4 rifles (I thought) put the first 4 men onto the firing point to fire 5 rounds. Three of them had no problems but the forth, known as 'Dad' was not happy! Dad was well known for his love of shooting and had served in the KOYLI.
The conversation went something like this.............
Listen in......Load!
5 rounds in your own time..go on.
CLICK!
Dad cocks weapon,
CLICK!
Dad swears and cocks again,
CLICK!.......Sarge, this ammo is shit!
OK I say, stay there and wait for the others to finish their shoot.
Dad relaxes.
The others finish, port arms for inspection and dress back off the firing point.
I then pick up Dads rifle and am just about to remove the mag and inspect it when 3 rounds of .22LR fall out of the muzzle! I break open the rifle and find that there is no .22 barrel sleeve in it so Dad has been feeding one .22 round after another into a 7.62 barrel!
Dad's comment was.."!Oh booger! Ah s'pose this'll cost me a few beers then eh Sarge?"
We laughed so much that The MT Lt came up to find out what all the noise was about and when he asked, was told to FOOK OFF by Dad "Cos it's nowt ta doo wi thee!"
Those WERE the days
