- published: 01 Jun 2012
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Small arms is a term of art used by armed forces to denote infantry weapons an individual soldier may carry. The description is usually limited to revolvers, pistols, submachine guns, carbines, assault rifles, battle rifles, multiple barrel firearms, sniper rifles, squad automatic weapons, light machine guns (i.e. M60), and sometimes hand grenades. Shotguns, general-purpose machine guns, medium machine guns, and grenade launchers may be considered small arms or as support weapons, depending on the particular armed forces.
Small arms typically do not include infantry support weapons. In the U.S. military, small arms refer to handguns or other firearms less than 20 mm in caliber, and including heavy machine guns (typically .50 caliber or 12.7 mm in U.S. service). The NATO definition extends to "all crew-portable direct fire weapons of a calibre less than 50 mm and will include a secondary capability to defeat light armour and helicopters."
Though there is no civilian definition within the U.S., any firearm utilizing a projectile greater than 1/2 inch (.50 caliber or 12.7 mm) in diameter is legally defined as a "destructive device," while anything .50 caliber or less is normally considered "small arms." The so-called "1/2 inch rule" does not apply to shotguns, sporting cartridge big bore rifles (such as rifles chambered in .600 Nitro Express) or muzzleloading black powder firearms, many of which are larger than .50 caliber.
Small crimes
Smiles stretched on
Old trees
Strike your match so
Lightly
Watch the crooked
Smoke rise
Empty praters to
Heaven
Just a mask of
Blue sky
Look away to
Small crimes
Kick the dog for
Eating
Leave you old self
Hungry
Watch in coldest
Pleasure
Tell the world what
Ever turns you on is fine
With me as long as
Matches don't get wet
Warm winds calling me a
Coward make me smile
They can't convince
Me now
Burned prayers turn me
On to nowhere sick
And empty
I don't feel so bad
Ever turns around again
Says to me softly
Start the fire now
Small crimes sever
Used-up old
Considerations
Freedoms not so great
All fears burn up
They said hold on to the
Stairway railing
Meaning everything
Is meaning
Something makes it hard
To keep track
Hold on found me
Tangled forest
Growing got my
Dryest summer
Small crimes held my