So my unit went to the range to qualify on the ol' M16 today. Cold, rainy, and windy but I shot a 39/40 so not too bad, considering. The situation I wanted to tell you guys about turned my day into complete s***, immediately. I was in the first firing order of the day, so I got done early. I wasn't doing much afterwards so I told our supply sgt I'd police up the 9mm brass the officers were shooting. Before I start b****ing, I would like to add that everyone there knew that supply has to have a brass count/weight to turn in that corresponds with the ammo drawn. There was tons of 5.56 shot but only a few 9mm so the 9mm had to be an exact count. There were 7 officers qualifying on the 9mm. Once they got done I walked over there and they all handed me their spent brass. All except one LT. I said "you got your brass, LT"? He says, "I got some, I threw the rest in one of them buckets". The buckets he was referring to were four 5 gal buckets, each about a third or more full of .40 and .45 brass and a couple ammo cans full of .40 brass. I thought, ok it should be on top. Nope. The jackass took all of the buckets and dumped them into two, mixing seven 9mm casings in with thousands and thousands of .40's. I spent 45 minutes looking through 5 gal buckets for 7 9mm casings until a couple of privates in my squad were done shooting, then they searched for another hour or so. Sometimes these officers wear me out. I had to b**** to someone, sorry you had to hear it.