Back in the middle 1980's I was stationed at Lee Barracks, Mainz Gonsenheim Germany in 8th Mech Infantry. All in all I don't think it was a bad place to be stationed. Could have been worse, back to 2nd ID on the DMZ or even up in 2nd Cav pulling border patrol.
I was pulling Staff Duty NCO for the Battalion I was in one night, glad that I was not working a pay day weekend and was pulling a Thursday night so I was supposed to be off duty at 0700hrs on Friday morning and was praying to the Gods that it actually happened. Basically I was bone tired and wanted a nice three day weekend, with Lil and Junior as far away from the U.S. Army or U.S. Air Force as I could get.
I was passing a day room in the barracks building when I heard some noise. A swishing thud sound startled me and I spun back around he door frame and took a knee.
All I heard was some laughing and then a sort of thrumming sound followed by more sounds of laughter.
So I got up, hefted my personal Maglite flashlight, made sure I had my personal (used) German Police spring baton in my right hand and used the edge of my hand to flick on the overhead lights.
I found six guys in various types of clothing but all of them wearing those worthless military issue Flak vests, with two compound bows and a small box of arrows.
Then I heard that swishing thud sound again and a farking arrow appeared in the wall to my right.
Turns out that these morons were bored and decided to shoot arrows (Hey Sarge, they only have blunt tips on them, Hmmmm we will get into the Sarge part at a latter date moron) from one side of the barracks building to the other side.
As you can see the wings of the building to the left and right were the barracks the long central portion was the Post Commander/Brigade Commander's section. So these morons were shooting from the right wing to the left wing, across the road, over the top of the gate guard shack.
Sometimes you just have to wonder what is wrong with some people. I confiscated the bows and arrows (which I still have to this day) and then had the Sarge moron show up at the SDNCO desk at 0700 after he finished PT.
In the Army a Sarge is either a Bottom feeding fish or a fat cartoon character of which I was neither and I made sure he figured it out.
I gave them (even the other morons across the way) the choice of keeping the bows and arrows or at a later date come retrieve them from my duty wall locker. I also had "Sarge" come over and I explained to him (a former sailor who enlisted in the Army after four years in the Navy and he was only an E-3/PFC) what a Sarge was and meant in the Army but he wanted to argue with me, and said it was a sign of respect.
So I pointed out a soldier in a PT uniform and told the guy he was a Sergeant and could he go over there and tell him that I would like to talk to him.
So he went over and I clearly heard him say Hey Sarge.......I'm still to this day unsure of exactly what the Battalion Command Sergeant Major said but I know it started off with....."Do I look like a F...ing bottom feeding fish or a fat a..ed cartoon character to you?
I then turned over my duties to the Battalion legal clerk and went home for a nice three day weekend with Lil and Junior.
I never heard him use the word Sarge ever again.....
and this was the second time I caught soldiers shooting arrows at each other. The first time they were only shooting from one wing to the building next door.