I've had my share. One was when I was a training NCO at our Regimental Depot, I spied two Sargents walking down the street in front of my house with a fire pail between them and a gun barrel sticking out. They'd tried to strip a '94 Winchester carbine with a screw driver, hammer and a nail for a punch. It took me an hour to straighten out the damages and finish stripping it so I could assemble it again. I didn't get so much as a scotch at happy hour for that... Too bad, it was a nice older example.