If the glider moves, kill it

 The 1993 European Military Cycling Championships was on an American Air Force base. We were using an un-used air strip as a major part of our race course.  During the three day event a glider came down on the air strip and ended up right in front of the viewing stands, maybe 40 meters distant. As luck would have it, the glider ended up off of "the racing line" so it wasn't an obstacle. The plane ended up tilted over on a wing towards us so we could plainly see the pilot getting out of his big plexiglass bubble. He walked towards and then past us, casually heading off towards the buildings behind us.  Probably to phone home. The whole thing only had our interest for about 60 seconds. He needed to call for a a truck with a crane? How does one get their glider home, anyhow?

Because we were on an Air Force base and they have too many bored Military Police (MP) types, they had a strong presence at the three-day race weekend.  It wasn't clear to me if they were there to protect the Air Force from cyclists, or to protect us from terrorists.

The glider just sat there.  About 200lb of gossamer thin aluminum and a big Plexiglas canopy fully opened over a tiny cockpit. But it was out of the way so we didn't pay it any mind.  

About 30 minutes went by.  Then suddenly a mess of MP HMMWVs and sedans came racing towards us and screeched to halts just to our front.  The leaped out of their cars, drew side-arms and raced for the glider that we'd come to ignore. The tiny little glider was mostly the cockpit. Since the glider was tilted towards us and it's clear bubble was open, one couldn't have hid a gnat from view.

Half of the MP force hunkered down behind cover and provided a base of fire with pistols, shotguns and even a few automatic weapons. The other MPs rushed the clearly unmanned glider, taking it totally by surprise.  It gave up without resistance.