The guy was from San Francisco, where guns are pretty well outlawed. That, however, didn’t save him. Indeed, it was a demilitarized weapon from World War II that chewed him up and spat him out, much the worse for wear and no longer in operating condition.
It happened on a hobby tank ride during a family reunion. Poor guy fell off and that was game over, man.
The property in the city of Fairfield, about 50 miles northeast of San Francisco, belongs to Jelly Belly Chairman Herman Rowland, according to family spokeswoman Holly Carter.
Carter said the tank’s driver, 62-year-old Dwayne Brasher, is married to Rowland’s daughter and the current Jelly Belly chief executive officer, Lisa Rowland Brasher.
“The gentleman involved in this accident was a passionate person, always ready to lend a hand and we shared the same deep rooted love of history,” Herman Rowland said in a statement. “There are no words to describe the grief we are experiencing.”
Police said neither drugs nor alcohol were believed to have factored into the incident.
via Man dies after run over by tank at Jelly Belly chairman’s California property – Yahoo News.
There are no safety belts on the outside of a tank (and in a tank of this vintage, none inside, either). Before you ride on a tank in the Army, to the extent the Army permits it at all, you’re expected to have some training on it. Where and how to mount and dismount makes a difference. You’re shown where to hang on, so that if you fall off, you’re not in the path of the treads. You’re taught how little visibility the driver and TC have, even if the tank is not buttoned up (and buttoning up is so restrictive to visibility that it’s only done when under accurate fire).
Tank drivers are trained to stop the tank in an emergency, but even the lightest tank doesn’t stop on a dime; it has a lot of inertia. Tankers are also aware of the hazards of the tracks; indeed, they’re trained to exploit the tank’s treads as weapons to crush enemy soldiers and fortifications. (If you know a tanker, get him to free-associate the term “pivot turn,” or react to the command, “Neutral left!”) It’s unlikely a hobbyist “tanker” has had any of this training at all, and safety procedures that the worlds’ armed forces have built over decades would be terra incognita to him, and certainly to his passengers.
This is a sad outcome. The small coterie of hobbyists who preserve and restore these vehicles did so when the military and the nation’s museums had no institutional interest in doing so. (Indeed, well into the 90s we were destroying WWII tanks, half-tracks and armored cars as range targets). It’s unfortunate to have an accident taint this perhaps eccentric but very valuable hobby in the psyche of the public.
Of course, the greatest misfortune is that that befell the victim and his surviving friends and family. If you operate some unusual old piece of equipment, it’s very wise to seek out its former operators (or, when they are too far removed in time for any of them to be alive, their writings, which are a poor substitute for a living person) to see what safety precautions were considered de rigeur, back when the gadget was new and its hazards were taken seriously.
If you are an expert in a field, you may not even be conscious of the safety precautions your experience guides you to take. How many equestrians have seen someone unfamiliar with horses line himself up perfectly for a kick? One startle response away from a fractured cranium. You can yell, “Hey, don’t stand there,” or something, but you didn’t warn the person beforehand because it didn’t occur to you that somebody would come up behind the horse like that. A lot of what we know we only know because someone taught us, and the frightening bit is that they may have taught us so long ago that we’ve “always known that” and don’t think to teach it to people lacking our tribal knowledge.
If you look at WWII pictures of tank riders, relatively few of them are hanging on the frontal aspect of the tank. You wonder how many dead GIs, Landsers or Red Army motorized rifle troops it took for them to evolve that procedure.
By the 1960s (US war in Vietnam and Russian mostly uncontested invasion of Czechoslovakia) this tribal knowledge seems to have been largely disregarded.
Kevin was a former Special Forces weapons man (MOS 18B, before the 18 series, 11B with Skill Qualification Indicator of S). His focus was on weapons: their history, effects and employment. He started WeaponsMan.com in 2011 and operated it until he passed away in 2017. His work is being preserved here at the request of his family.
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I want to say the Combat Leader’s Field Guide had a diagram of all the tie off points you theoretically were supposed to use to ride on an M1; complete with swiss seats and snap links and all that happy stuff. Never saw it done (also never saw anybody ride on the exterior of a tank for more than 100m or so).
Actually, there’s a reason Russki tanks still had hand holds up through at least T-64, despite BMPs and BTRs and MTLBs. It’s risky, but it’s about the best way of ensuring that the tanks don’t get separated from their supporting infantry. So if you’re inclined to take casualties somewhat philosophically….
Despite feeling I was being denied a child hood dream (Audie Murphy mounted his platoon up on the side of like three Shermans; damn it) I rode outside of a Bradley.
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You don’t have to be civilian or even drunk to do stupid shit with tanks. In the summer of ’75 my battalion went from Campbell to Benning to train Arkansas National Guard. When otherwise unemployed, the 197th Infantry Brigade ran some training and familiarization for us. This included letting our people drive some tanks…and letting 20 or 30 of the troops ride up top while they were being driven. Cue M60 type tank moving at about 20 or 25 miles an hour, when the actual tanker says, “Whoooooaaaa.” Cue untrained driver coming to an instant stop. Cue a veritable blizzard of 101st troopers flying through the air.
I think there were nearly 20 medical discharges that came out of that one. Fortunately, I was a PFC and bore no responsibility for the idiocy. Yeah, I believe in taking some risks in training, but not stupidly and not for no fucking good reason.
That’s kind of on the “hold muh beer an’ watch this!” side of risk management….
Along with it’s close cousin, “Hey, Y’all, lookey heah!”
The term is *Driver, stop. * Whoa, or whooooaaaa dates back to a period prior to mechanized infantry or Armor.
Note too that as a former MOS eleven-E/ducated tank driver, in a driving area where Infantry/Airborne dismounts are present [*crunchies* in tank-crewdawg speak] if I hear *Driver,stop* over my headphones, that vehicle is going to come to a screeching [even on mud!] halt just as fast as I can make it, lest someone on the ground returns to his family in a somewhat flatter condition than when he left.
Kind of reminds me of bow riding on a motorboat.
I stop people all the time for that seemingly innocent practice. when out point out the danger of doing it, thier reaction is usually, “I never thought about that”
One slip and you are under the boat and into the props.
From the video at the LA Times website, it appears the vehicle wasn’t actually an M5, but was a M4 high-speed tractor, based on the M5 chassis and used as an towed artillery tow vehicle.