Surprise Surprise Surprise.
It came out of Redstone Arsenal, which has been pretty much taken over by civilians and from what I've heard, the staff parts of Ordnance are overrun with lefty officers and woke civilians.
These are also the assholes that refuse to admit when contractors have manufacturer's errors in munitions that then blow up and kill people handling them.
Some powerleveling and sperging. Did some time as a contractor with Northrop fucking Grumman aboard NTC Ft. Irwin as an ammo handler, mainly their FASP. So I did everything, to include inventory/sort/code/etc shit on every part of a transaction. And I can tell you with 100% certainty, the civilians don't get trained unless the vets there do it for them; they're too busy being corporate suck ups with priority 1 being "Don't put the contract at risk." So when the Army is out late and don't do any time management to put their shit back together, they try to hand it to us in black garbage bags. We tell them no, they call their CO, he calls someone between our head supervisor or the North Grumman Contract GM. So anyway, we accept this shit in black trash bags, and then have to go through them, and everything is fucked up. Shit isn't broken down properly, types that shouldn't be mixed together are mixed together, and just an overall shit-show.
Within the span of one calendar year, I personally had three fucking close calls where myself and everyone around me could've fucking died. One was a civvy fucking retard running over a can of 40mm HE in an all-terrain forklift that somehow didn't fucking blow up. The next was a black trash bag event; going through the shit a mortar round with its primer and fuze still fucking attached falls through the bottom of the bag and hits the ground. I shit myself, call stop work, go to the office to tell them to call EOD; and the dumb fat fucking asian former Air Force piece of shit tells me "Yeah, I'll do that. But we need to get this stuff sorted." No mother-fucker, that shit could've gone off and fucking killed everyone. You're calling EOD right the fuck now, or I am, and I'll fucking strangle you with the fucking phone cord while I do it for even suggesting such a dumb fucking move.
But the last one is what did it for me. We were at the main ASP this time, in a workbay, several tables with shit and plastic bags on them. We all have a bag, going through shit; taking down numbers, sorting, etc, boring shit. I'm doing my thing when suddenly, I hear a pop and notice a burst of light from behind me. I shit myself, turn around, and homeboy is there holding the upper half of a fucking grenade; literally shaking like all the tumblr posters say they do, having literally shit his pants and probably had a minor heart attack. So what happened? He reached into the bag and grabbed a loose grenade by its lid part. As he was doing this, the pin that wasn't secured slipped out, and somehow the payload of the grenade fell off the top; so all he had in his hand was the fuze, and it detonated in his hand, while he's standing no more than three feet away from rocket fuel. This is one of the moments in my life that made me a fucking believer in some sort of God, higher power, guardian angels, fucking whatever; because we should've all been dead.
So the aftermath; I call stop work, put that shit down, we're done. Go to the office (which is literally right on the other side of the fucking wall I was facing; but had to exit the workbay to the outside, then enter the office via another door). Find the guy in charge of all the ammo shit, and go ahead and rate me Mad, I'm naming names, I don't give a fuck. Jim Cobb, the guy in charge of the ASP tells us to cool down and take a break for the rest of the day; not go home early, just chill. I do what I know what's expected of me and write a fucking statement and turn it in; while Jim is awfully casual about the entire event, hanging out in the front, smoking and joking; not making any calls or shit. And long story short, nothing came of it. The guy who had the shit go off in his hand, I can't blame him, but he lost his nerve and quit, he fucking dipped, never saw him again. I got let go after being loud and obnoxious and putting the contract at list; because they don't like it when an employee goes to the ESO and tells them everything at the ASP on down is fucked and we almost lost the entire fucking building. (I'm also black-listed from Northrop and everyone they talk to, not happy about it, because they provide scam jobs with good pay, but fuck those faggots)
Nothing personal, knew some great guys and did my part to train them on proper handling, safety, and telling anyone to eat a bag of fetid dicks when they try to get you to do something unsafe; because that shit will kill you with a shred of remorse. But all that aside, civvies and civvy contractors are biggest pieces of shit and should not be anywhere near a fucking crate of smoke grenades. There's zero fucking training, zero fucking accountability, and too many corporate drones worrying about contracts instead of doing shit the right way.
I'm done, hit me.