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The AR-15
Over the decades, various individuals, companies, and government
entities have given the AR-15 rifle different names, and following the
many labels can get confusing. For this book, we have tried to
streamline nomenclature while remaining historically accurate. The
AR-15 rifle was the fifteenth weapon developed by ArmaLite, a
subsidiary of Fairchild Engine and Airplane Corporation. AR-15 stood
for the name of the company and a model number. Once the military
adopted the gun, it assigned the rifle the designation M16, for its
sixteenth model of an infantry rifle. Military bureaucracy assigned
various designations to different versions of the gun, including
XM16E1 (an early adopted version) and, later, M16A1. Various
versions followed, all with updates, but the guns were fundamentally
versions of the AR-15 invented by Eugene Stoner and his colleagues
at ArmaLite that permitted automatic as well as semiautomatic
firing. Commercial versions of the gun, which were limited to
semiautomatic fire, were commonly called AR-15s. In the interest of
clarity, we will refer to Eugene Stoner’s rifle prior to its military
adoption as the AR-15. In discussing military versions of the rifle, we
use the designation M16, unless referring to later variants such as
the M4. We have not altered quotes in which officials may have
referred to the AR-15 when discussing the military version of the
gun. We will call the civilian version of the rifle the AR-15 instead of
the oft used journalistic phrase “AR-15–style rifle” for simplicity’s
sake. Proper military usage regarding rifle designation has no
hyphen between the M and the model number, for example, M16 as
opposed to M-16. However, the two versions often have been used
interchangeably in official reports, private correspondence, academic
papers, books, newspaper accounts, and various other records from
the 1960s to the present day. In the interest of uniformity, we have
corrected all references to M-16 to read M16.
Colt
The gunmaker Colt purchased the manufacturing rights to the AR-15
from ArmaLite’s parent company, Fairchild Engine and Airplane
Corporation, in 1959. Colt used different names over the decades,
including, in the 1950s, Colt’s. To reduce confusion, we have simply
referred to the company in this book as Colt.
The July 13, 1953, issue of Life magazine featured a photo essay
capturing Los Angeles’s extraordinary growth. It opened with a
photo of tract homes and moving vans extending down a street as
far as the eye could see. “Every day, including Saturdays and
Sundays, is moving day in Los Angeles,” the article declared.
Hollywood, from Frank Sinatra to Elizabeth Taylor, got a lot of
attention. But the industry drawing the most people to Los Angeles
was aviation. Tens of thousands worked designing and building
airplanes. Aerospace multimillionaire executives such as Howard
Hughes held out the prospect that average Joes—war veterans,
factory workers, anybody willing to move to L.A.—could make it big
if they had a good idea. The area exuded an aura of the new.
Disneyland opened in 1955. The Dodgers, stolen from Brooklyn,
started playing in L.A. in 1958. Religion got a pseudoscience
makeover in Southern California: L. Ron Hubbard started the Church
of Scientology in 1954. No city better captured America’s muscular
belief in itself.
Here the idea for what would become the AR-15 rifle took shape
in the garage of an amateur tinkerer. Eugene Stoner was a man
obsessed with engineering problems. He thought about them all the
time. When an idea came to him, he scribbled it down, sketching
ideas on anything he could find—pads of paper, napkins, restaurant
tablecloths. He had no formal training in engineering or gun design
and this lack of education, instead of limiting him, gave him the
freedom to try out ideas that others wouldn’t consider. He wore
glasses and had a fondness for bow ties. His figure was slightly
round and his colleagues called him a teddy bear. He refused to
swear or spank his children. “Boy that frosts me,” he said when he
was upset. He liked to tweak self-important people with a dry sense
of humor. He admired smarts, no matter the person’s formal
education. He hated attention. When later in life he was asked about
his career as one of the most well-known firearms inventors of the
twentieth century, he said, “It was kind of a hobby that got out of
hand.”
Eugene Morrison Stoner was born on November 22, 1922, near
Gosport, Indiana, population seven hundred. His father, thirty-year-
old Lloyd Lester Stoner, was working on a farm near his boyhood
home. A few years earlier, Lloyd, tall with a square jaw, had traveled
from Indiana’s cornfields to fight in France during World War I. His
lungs were scarred by a German mustard gas attack. After the war,
Lloyd married Britannia “Billie” Morrison, a woman with a soft chin
and a far-off look in her eyes. Life was difficult for the couple. Lloyd
eked out a living as a farmer, but midwestern winters were hard on
his damaged lungs. He often came down with colds and coughs. In
1925, Lloyd, his wife, and their toddler, Eugene, joined throngs of
farmers abandoning homesteads in America’s heartland for
California, where jobs were plentiful and winters were mild. The
Stoners settled in the Coachella Valley, a desert area east of Los
Angeles where farmers grew dates, oranges, grapes, and cotton.
The dry air soothed Lloyd’s lungs. He started his own business,
delivering gas and oil to farmers.
Young Gene Stoner spent his youth in the valley. He played in the
dirt with toy trucks and airplanes. He pedaled along the dusty roads
on his tricycle and ran through orchards with the family’s Boston
terrier. Gene’s father often took him hunting, then a common
pastime for American boys. Little Gene had a gentle smile and a far-
off look like his mom’s. He wore knickers or overalls and a little cap.
On special occasions, he wore a white sailor’s outfit complete with
insignia and neckerchief. The boy loved Flash Gordon, a popular
comic strip, radio show, and movie serial featuring a muscular hero
who used ray guns to battle alien foes.
Gene was fascinated with launching projectiles of all kinds. As a
boy of six, he filled a pipe with gunpowder, took it into the desert,
and lit it. His first pipe bomb exploded, raising a massive dust cloud.
At seven, he built his own cannon. He went to a friend’s father who
owned a machine shop, begged for a metal pipe, and persuaded the
man to drill holes in it. He got some magnesium from another
friend’s father who owned the local drugstore. With these
ingredients, he built the primitive cannon and pointed it at a friend’s
house across the street. Before Gene could open fire, his father ran
to stop him. “I told you to do this at the city dump,” he scolded. At
ten years old, Gene was building rockets, also with magnesium. He
made mistakes, but learned each time. Once he set up a rocket in
the middle of the street. Other boys in the neighborhood cheered
and counted down as he lit the fuse. The rocket flew up, then
veered and slammed into his own house, blowing a hole in the wall.
“It’s amazing he didn’t hurt himself or anyone else in those days,”
his daughter Susan said years later.
When the Great Depression hit, Lloyd’s oil and gas business failed
and his marriage with Billie fell apart. Gene’s family decided to send
the teen to live in a boardinghouse by himself in Long Beach to
attend Long Beach Polytechnic High School. He met a cute and feisty
girl named Jean who went to a Catholic girls’ school nearby. She
loved hunting and shooting. She wanted to be a pilot like Amelia
Earhart. Gene and Jean bonded over their shared interests. He was
attracted to her verve, and she was drawn to his unconventional
smarts.
“He received average grades, but he was very interested in
anything mechanical and there was this curiosity; he was a genius.
He was brilliant,” Jean later recalled.
Their names, Gene and Jean, caused confusion, so Jean took to
just calling her beau “Stoner.” When Stoner graduated from high
school, he had no money for college. So at age eighteen he went to
work for Vega Aircraft Corporation, installing weaponry on
warplanes. On weekends, the couple drove out into the desert to
hunt doves, then drove back to L.A. to see a big band at the
Hollywood Bowl. They owned rifles and bows and were good shots.
Once they reenacted the famous William Tell legend with Jean
placing an apple on her head while Stoner pointed his bow and
arrow. Stoner split the apple, and Jean was untouched. “He, we, had
a devil-may-care nature—we did a lot of things while looking for
enjoyment,” she later wrote.
After Pearl Harbor, Southern California was in a perpetual state of
anxiety over a possible Japanese invasion. Stoner’s factory went into
overdrive, producing B-17 Flying Fortresses and other aircraft.
Stoner installed machine guns on the planes, learning firsthand how
the gun’s parts fit together as a system. At home, Stoner and Jean
began to build a life together. On July 4, 1942, the couple eloped to
Las Vegas. Stoner made an intricate wedding band for Jean.
Because she was allergic to gold, he crafted it out of platinum. Both
wanted a family, but first Stoner wanted to be a pilot.
He tried to sign up for the army air force. He hoped—as the
recruiting posters promised—to “fly and fight with the greatest team
in the world.” But the greatest team wasn’t interested, due to
Stoner’s poor eyesight. His second choice was the navy, where his
uncle had promised to find him a stateside post. Moments after he
enlisted in February 1944, a Marine Corps recruiter walked into the
room and pointed to several men, including Stoner. Stoner used a
pay phone near the recruitment office to deliver the news to his
wife, then pregnant with their first child. The Marines assigned
Stoner to work in Aviation Ordnance, maintaining large-caliber
machine guns on the planes as well as antiaircraft guns. His first
assignment was the Marine Corps Air Station in El Toro, California.
“He was in heaven,” his daughter Susan recalled. “Imagine being
twenty years old, obsessed with guns, cannons, and then being able
to work with the big stuff during a war.”
In June 1945, Stoner shipped off for the Philippines. The couple
devised a code that Stoner used in his letters to let her know where
he was and what he was doing even though it was prohibited under
military protocol. Jean used it too for important news. “Our second
child was due and I wanted to let him know as quickly as I could,”
she recalled.
Stoner never saw battle. He spent his time repairing guns and
doing “a certain amount of experimenting on different types of
machine guns,” he said later. On his own time, the compulsive
inventor designed two different .30-caliber rifles that were similar to
the standard U.S. military rifle at the time, the dependable if heavy
M1. Stoner studied the inner workings of that rifle extensively, trying
to figure out ways to improve it. Stoner was excited by such
engineering challenges, but he had mixed feelings about the military.
He wasn’t an “Oorah!” kind of Marine. When he repaired military
weapons or worked on his own guns, Stoner sought out the most
efficient solution to whatever mechanical problem faced him. But he
felt that the military didn’t favor efficiency. Bureaucratic inertia
usually won the day.
A few months after Stoner went overseas, the war in the Pacific
ended. Troops came home as conquering heroes, but Stoner was
one of many who stayed behind after the fighting stopped. Stationed
in China, he continued to experiment with firearms. When he came
back in February 1946, he brought a special gift for his wife: gun
parts from the Far East. He used them to build her a homemade
rifle. Jean loved it.
He found a job repairing slot machines and another making false
teeth. The young father needed money to support his family. In
February 1947, he took a job at Whittaker Corporation, which
manufactured aircraft valves. He worked in the machine shop but
spent much of his time fixing designs that came down from the
engineering department. His intelligence caught the attention of Bob
Wilson, who ran both the shop and the engineering department.
After a few years, Wilson brought Stoner upstairs to work with the
engineers, even though Stoner had no engineering degree. He
received a cold welcome. “What do you mean taking him up here?
He’s not a graduate engineer,” the head design engineer said in front
of Stoner.
But the head design engineer also had a nurturing side and spent
hours showing Stoner how to solve engineering problems. By 1951,
Stoner and Wilson decided to strike out on their own as consultants,
designing valves and other parts for aviation corporations. He found
success in spite of his lack of formal education, teaching himself the
principles of engineering, physics, and materials science. “Once I got
established in that thing, nobody asked me whether I graduated
from engineering school or not,” Stoner recalled. Stoner had an
ability to dream up new creations and to visualize mechanical
systems. “I’m not sure if I had been a graduate engineer that I
would’ve tried all the ideas I had because some of the ideas from an
engineering standpoint did not look to be feasible,” he recalled.
The Stoners—Jean, Gene, Patty, and Michael—had moved to a
small white stucco house on a corner lot in Westchester, a
neighborhood adjacent to Los Angeles International Airport.
Westchester had wide streets, palm trees, and ranch-style homes.
Stoner spent a lot of his time in the detached garage behind the
house. The Stoner family car was never parked inside. The little
building was Stoner’s gun lab. Inside, he stored tooling machines to
cut, bore, and grind parts. He refused, despite his wife’s pleading, to
move closer to the beach because he worried sand and salty air
would ruin them. His daughter Patty remembered seeing prototypes
of guns alongside piles of mechanical drawings when she wandered
into the garage.
“He was a very quiet person,” Jean said. “But if you talked about
guns, cars, or planes, he’d talk all night.”
In many ways, Stoner was a quintessential American male. The
1950s was the decade of the hobbyist inventor. Popular Mechanics
magazine found lots of readers like Stoner who wanted to know
about the latest advances in technology. They believed they could
move the country forward with the power of their ingenuity—and
strike it rich in the process. Every day after returning home from
work, Stoner would eat the dinner that Jean had prepared (beef
Stroganoff was his favorite), take a quick nap, and then walk to the
garage to work on his guns.
“We were like the 1950s family. It was California. It was booming
after the war. All the aerospace was booming,” said daughter Susan,
who was born in 1954. “I knew from my dad, I felt from him, the
future was wide open.”
2.
It should be a nice project for the younger generations to tackle and furnish our
infantry with the best rifle in the world.
—John C. Garand
THE RIFLEMAN
No doubt many legends of the ancient world, though not really history,
are myths which have arisen by reasoning on actual events, as definite
as that which, some four years ago, was terrifying the peasant mind in
North Germany, and especially in Posen. The report had spread far and
wide that all Catholic children with black hair and blue eyes were to be
sent out of the country, some said to Russia; while others declared that it
was the King of Prussia who had been playing cards with the Sultan of
Turkey, and had staked and lost 40,000 fair-haired, blue-eyed children;
and there were Moors travelling about in covered carts to collect them;
and the schoolmasters were helping, for they were to have five dollars for
every child they handed over. For a time popular excitement was quite
serious; the parents kept their children away from school and hid them,
and when they appeared in the streets of the market town the little ones
clung to them with terrified looks.... One schoolmaster, who evidently
knew his people, assured the terrified parents that it was only the children
with blue hair and green eyes that were wanted—an explanation that sent
them home quite comforted.
ANTHROPOLOGICAL CONTROVERSIES
32. Clodd, Pioneers of Evolution, quoting from White, Warfare of Science with
Theology.
Huxley refers to this review as “the only review I ever have had
qualms of conscience about, on the grounds of needless savagery.”
Darwin more mildly described it as “rather hard on the poor author.”
Indeed, he confessed to a certain sympathy with the Vestiges; while
Wallace, in 1845, expressed a very favourable opinion of the book,
describing it as “an ingenious hypothesis, strongly supported by
some striking facts and analogies.”
The strongest testimony to the value of Chambers’s work is that of
Mr. A. W. Benn, who writes in Modern England, 1908, concerning the
Vestiges:—
Hardly any advance has since been made on Chambers’s general
arguments, which at the time they appeared would have been accepted
as convincing, but for theological truculence and scientific timidity. And
Chambers himself only gave unity to thoughts already in wide
circulation.... Chambers was not a scientific expert, nor altogether an
original thinker; but he had studied scientific literature to better purpose
than any professor.... The considerations that now recommend evolution
to popular audiences are no other than those urged in the Vestiges.
41. Duncan, Life and Letters of Herbert Spencer, 1898, II., 317.
This suspended state, the tätige Skepsis of Goethe, was just what
Huxley was enjoying; in his own words, “Reversing the apostolic
precept to be all things to all men, I usually defended the tenability of
received doctrines, when I had to do with the transmutationists; and
stood up for the possibility of transmutation among the orthodox.”
Thus, up to the date of the publication of the Origin of Species,
scientific opinion was roughly divided into two opposing camps: on
one side were the classic, orthodox, catastrophic, or creationist
party, who believed in the fixity of species, and that each species
was the result of special miraculous creation; on the other, the
evolutionists or transmutationists, who rejected special creation, and
held that all species were derived from other species, by some
unknown law.
It was the formulation of this unknown law that makes 1859 an
epoch in the history of Anthropology.
Charles Darwin. Darwin’s work may best be summed up in the
words of his loyal and self-effacing co-worker,
Alfred Russel Wallace:—
Before Darwin’s work appeared the great majority of naturalists, and
almost without exception the whole literary and scientific world, held
firmly to the belief that species were realities, and had not been derived
from other species by any process accessible to us ... [but] by some
totally unknown process so far removed from ordinary reproduction that it
was usually spoken of as “special creation.”... But now all this is changed.
The whole scientific and literary world, even the whole educated public,
accepts, as a matter of common knowledge, the origin of species from
other allied species by the ordinary process of natural birth. The idea of
special creation or any altogether exceptional mode of production is
absolutely extinct.... And this vast, this totally unprecedented, change in
public opinion has been the result of the work of one man, and was
brought about in the short space of twenty years.