In college, I once went dove hunting with some buddies. I "borrowed" my Dad's wonderful Browning Automatic 12-gage Shotgun, without permission. A legendary shotgun. And, my Dad's prized possession. My first (and only shot) actually hit a passing bird I was aiming at (itself, a minor miracle). The spent casing jammed in the gun. I couldn't get it unjammed for the life of me. I was deathly afraid of harming the gun (kind of 40K-ish, don't you think?). Had to take it to a gunsmith the next day to get it unjammed (it had to be disassembled, and I had it cleaned, and anointed with proper unguents). A Necromunda ganger may have a better understanding of his firearm, than me. Or, not (neither of us has formal training). And, no more fear of harming his gun than me. His Emperor is barely alive and thousands of light years away. Mine lived only miles away, and was very much alive. I can tell you, a jammed gun can take you out of action for the day.
Never told my Dad the full story.
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