Yep, reminded me of my own experience.
In 1952, basic training at Camp Pickett Va, when we stood guard duty, we were only allowed billy clubs EXCEPT one weekend when the base commander wanted his residence guarded when he was away . Now this house was way out in the boonies.
I was volunteered for the guard post from midnight until 4AM. No billy club, I was given a fully loaded M1 Garand.
When the Sergeant of the Guard and the LT came to relieve me, they stopped the jeep a good 300 yards away and started yelling "It's Us!, It's Us!, Private Doenges" No driving up with "Halt, who goes there?" crap!.............
That was the only time that I felt power as a raw dumbass grunt!
