Well, I guess I’ll post the results of my own informal sand test.
Many years ago, my second year of college, I went out and bought a 92FS…mainly because if I figured it was good enough for the army, it was good enough for me. At the time, I was too naïve to know that the army equips it soldiers with weapons that are designed to malfunction at exactly the point most likely to get them killed.
I had never fired a gun before, never owned one, and had no idea how to go about finding a range. There were some sand pits located in my area however, and I decided that this would be the perfect place to go try the new gun out.
So one day I skipped a class (Mom, Dad, I swear I just don’t know why I keep failing…) and headed out into the sand pits. I parked the car and walked quite a ways, until I got to the sand wall that would serve as a backstop. I then carefully loaded the pistol, and began to squeeze the trigger and break in my new pistol.
Except out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a police officer walking towards me.
He was quite some distance away, but I was filled with a massive case of panic. Here I am, not even twenty years old, trespassing, with a loaded gun in my hands and here come the cops! Damn these guys were good!
In a panic, I dropped my never been fired Beretta into the sand. I then hurriedly picked it up, ejected the magazine (which
also fell into the sand) and fumbled to eject the round (which also fell into the sand). Then, because I was flipping out, I picked both back up and put them back into the gun…and
then realized what I had just done and panicked again, once again dropping the magazine into the sand, spent bullet, and then the gun, slide locked back.
Empty handed, I walked towards the officer. He walked past me, and picked up my gun, loudly berating me on my treatment of a “damn fine piece of equipment.” I explained that I didn’t want to walk towards him with a loaded gun (which earned me an expression that would curdle milk and a set of
)
He then proceeded to try and blow sand out of my gun, magazine, and everything else, and after several minutes, pronounced it hopeless. It was still soaking wet from the factory, and there was sand everywhere . He instructed me to clean it well as “It won’t fire as is” and escorted me off the property.
By this time, I was maddened with frustration. I was also stupid…I hadn’t bought a cleaning kit, and had no money to get one. “Paradise by the Dashboard Lights” sums it quite well…In a panic, I went behind my house, down a hill, and fired into the bank on the opposite side of the river.
The gun worked fine.
Long story short: Under real world conditions, I have utmost faith in my Beretta. Yes, I can and have induced a jam. It can happen, and I’m sure that blowing sand is rough on them…as it is with any gun. I'm sure anyone with a modicum of good sense and oxygen left in their lungs can fix a sand-broken Beretta.