When I was on the rifle team and shot monthly at Ft. Gordon and Ft. Jackson, I of course had the M14 and a handgun of some sort.
In the 80's, during daytime hours, you got waved through the gate. It was only after 2000 that they would require military ID for entry, so we had to eat and get back on post before then if we didn't have someone with us with ID.
Range Control would give us a radio and a red flag to indicate the range was in use and tell us, "Don't call us unless there's an emergency". It was great. Range Control loved us because we weren't a pain in the ass and actually helped them by boosting their usage numbers. Then things began to change.
First, we were assigned Medics, two of them, with a Dodge pickup with the ambulance box in the back. But they wouldn't give them the key to the ambulance box. They only had the ignition key. And the reason for this can only be explained by Army logic. It seems that if they gave the Medics the key, an officer would have to inventory the contents when they returned. This was the weekend. All the officers were "off" and no one wanted to interrupt their weekend to do this, so, no key. Eventually they gave up on this and told us we had to provide our own Medics. Had to take a Red Cross certified class and have a card and a first aid kit, and a fire extinguisher.
Then you had to have two people who had taken and passed the range safety test to sign out the range. This test was only given on one Tuesday per month, which meant whoever took the test had to burn a vacation day just to drive to the base for the test. Then they gave you a card good for two years. Then you had to retest.
Then they would only allow two civilian vehicles on the range. Said we were eroding the firing line by parking on it. This was after they took a motor grader and scraped all the grass off the entire range leaving just red dirt. Why? Because if there was grass there, they had to mow it, and Range Control was understaffed. More Army logic.
After Gulf War 1, no handguns and the gate guard would write down your name, tag number and destination on base. They always gave me a funny look when I told them I was billeted in the DRC barracks. (I had a full beard at the time)
The WW2 barracks we stayed in were under a continuous state of improvement right up until they bulldozed them all. Then we had to drive to town and get a motel.
I quit going after the 2000 season. The BS factor had finally pegged my meter. There was a civilian club with a better full distance range that hosted monthly matches without all the Army nonsense. I started shooting there.
After 9/11 the club was denied access for a year. When it was finally restored, you needed a BG check by the PM to get on post with a rifle. And of course, civilian BG checks were low priority for them and took 90 days to process. Thankfully, I had quit going the year before and never looked back.