"235 decibels of sound...a millisecond glimpse of the violence during the initial explosion...dust, grass, and bugs all hovering 1 ft above the ground as far as I could see...dust fog full of grasshoppers, spiders, and a worm or two. THE COTTON PICKING DAYLIGHT TURNED PURPLE!!"
It was as if I was there the way he described it. I have a similar story that involved an H&R Shakari single-shot rifle, hand loaded .45-70 brass to .458 Winchester specs w/ 405gr jacketed flat point bullet. Fired into an abandonded truck's engine block from 6" away. The ER at the hospital and the Sheriff's Department in Ukiah, CA got involved. I tried to explain to the Sheriff, who'd been called in that Sunday morning, that it kinda was not my fault because, because well, I was just 25, a sailor out camping with his friends trying to have a good time, a six-pack of beer was involved... That is when he cut me off and said, "You are the dumbest emm-effer I have ever met. Say it. Say it to me." I said it and wholeheartedly agreed. Best part of it was that follow up medical care was from a sympathetic HM1 on the ship, so no JAGMAN investigation, no payback of the medical bill and I promoted to Chief a year later. Yeah, I survived a .45-70 "gunshot wound" to the head. It made me smarter, wiser. And sober. The scars on the jaw, forehead and nose are hardly noticeable after 51 years.
Maybe. They are a strange breed. My cousin was Navy Gunners Mate 2nd Class w/ a specialty in "nukes". He got canned because of a drinking problem and transferred to an EOD Det in Japan near Tokyo. The Det he was in handled unexploded ordnance from WWII found during construction. His drinking got worse and they converted him to a SeaBee. He got sober and retired as an E-8 Builder.
We had an EOD Det on my ship during Desert Storm. True or not, one of the EOD guys said they were looking forward to finding their first floating mine. We were in the Northern Persian Gulf and there were supposedly plenty of them. They all wanted to do the "initiation"...that is to climb upon the mine and tap dance for a few seconds. We never found a mine. But those EOD guys...probably a true story. Nope. Leave EOD to the experts.
"235 decibels of sound...a millisecond glimpse of the violence during the initial explosion...dust, grass, and bugs all hovering 1 ft above the ground as far as I could see...dust fog full of grasshoppers, spiders, and a worm or two. THE COTTON PICKING DAYLIGHT TURNED PURPLE!!"
It was as if I was there the way he described it. I have a similar story that involved an H&R Shakari single-shot rifle, hand loaded .45-70 brass to .458 Winchester specs w/ 405gr jacketed flat point bullet. Fired into an abandonded truck's engine block from 6" away. The ER at the hospital and the Sheriff's Department in Ukiah, CA got involved. I tried to explain to the Sheriff, who'd been called in that Sunday morning, that it kinda was not my fault because, because well, I was just 25, a sailor out camping with his friends trying to have a good time, a six-pack of beer was involved... That is when he cut me off and said, "You are the dumbest emm-effer I have ever met. Say it. Say it to me." I said it and wholeheartedly agreed. Best part of it was that follow up medical care was from a sympathetic HM1 on the ship, so no JAGMAN investigation, no payback of the medical bill and I promoted to Chief a year later. Yeah, I survived a .45-70 "gunshot wound" to the head. It made me smarter, wiser. And sober. The scars on the jaw, forehead and nose are hardly noticeable after 51 years.
What a great (terrifying - God protects fools and the USA, or something like that, right?) story!
HE does indeed protect fools.
Oh my gosh!
I wonder if he went into EOD in the military? lol
Maybe. They are a strange breed. My cousin was Navy Gunners Mate 2nd Class w/ a specialty in "nukes". He got canned because of a drinking problem and transferred to an EOD Det in Japan near Tokyo. The Det he was in handled unexploded ordnance from WWII found during construction. His drinking got worse and they converted him to a SeaBee. He got sober and retired as an E-8 Builder.
We had an EOD Det on my ship during Desert Storm. True or not, one of the EOD guys said they were looking forward to finding their first floating mine. We were in the Northern Persian Gulf and there were supposedly plenty of them. They all wanted to do the "initiation"...that is to climb upon the mine and tap dance for a few seconds. We never found a mine. But those EOD guys...probably a true story. Nope. Leave EOD to the experts.