I’ve always been a pyro. I idly day dream of going down to the dump and throwing hand grenades at the junked cars and mounds of garbage and watching them explode just for fun. And while that’s a fine, mentally healthy and wholesome day dream to have… in real life?
The thought of pulling the pin on a grenade made by some unionized pooch screwing black baboon at CIL on a Friday afternoon…? Or a rocket launcher…? Chit happens in real life.
Years ago I read a story about a fighter pilot back in the 60s who was doing close air support practice when his 20mm cannon exploded and tore him and his aircraft to shreds. He ejected and when the tall foreheads were done hemmming and hawwwwing over the wreckage… they gave the pilot the blown canon barrel as a souvenir. That ordnance packs serious punch and enough to kill on both ends if the manufacturer has a bad day.
Interestingly - when the fighter pilot passed away the gun barrel was sold as a curio and some black powder geek got it - and made a big bejeezus flintlock out of the remaining useable length. The bullet mould and powder charges would have been ridiculous and I’d not be at all surprised if that gun didn’t kill another guy later on.
As I get older I start to think more about things that go BANG…
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