Here’s my BAR story.
Lots of Chicago-area departments have Thompsons and some have BARs buried in the arms room. One day a student brought a 1918A1 (I think–? Safe-slow-fast, no semi) for some after-class fun.
On this particular day we had taken some 1033 / DRMO M-16’s and swapped FCG’s to make them semi-auto only.
Class is over, out comes the Beautiful, Awesome Rifle and everyone’s ga-ga. Some lucky devil gets first dibs. Load mag, go prone, back comes the bolt, safety off, big smile, CLICK.
Rack, fiddle, prone… CLICK. Disappointment and consternation. Frustration! Tarnation! Testicular inflammation!
The BAR was unloaded and there was a big huddle around it. The class armorer (me) could not bust through to get a look, they were so tightly packed. Finally the trigger group is passed finger tip to finger tip, towards me… I grab it and take a look.
Hmmm, there’s a missing pin. Bet that has something to do with it.
I manage to make myself heard above the din of recommendations: “Who’s got those auto sears and pins we took outta the M16’s this morning?” Out of somebody’s pocket come the parts. Gimma a pin, sez me.
A perfect fit! Except for the retention grooves, it coulda been original equipment.
“Eugene Stoner, meet John Browning,” I said.
And they all shot happily ever after!

