dismantle it completely, and put it all back together again,
and know the names of all the different parts,
but we never ever got to fire one.
The nearest we got to a Browning machine gun,
was sitting in the rear turret of a Wellington in a hangar,
and operating the controls
to sweep it backwards and forwards,
but never ever did we get to fire one.
So if it had been the case
where the poor rear gunner or front gunner
copped to had to take over,
we wouldn't really have known exactly what to do.