In the late '60s I was stationed in Bitburg, Germany.
Friends of mine poked around some of the old bunkers still in evidence at the time.
They were fenced off, but a fence never stopped a damned fool or a teenager poking around (Same creature!!)
One of the fellows told me of reaching up high on a stone wall to retrieve a rusted thing that might be a relic he could relish owning to discover he had in his hands a potato masher grenade!
It could have been extremely sensitive to movement and killed the young fool!
He gently (Not a total fool!!) placed it on the closest protected surface and walked quietly away.
He called the authorities to report the find and lived to enjoy another day!!
There is a lesson here somewhere Friends,
CJ
Friends of mine poked around some of the old bunkers still in evidence at the time.
They were fenced off, but a fence never stopped a damned fool or a teenager poking around (Same creature!!)
One of the fellows told me of reaching up high on a stone wall to retrieve a rusted thing that might be a relic he could relish owning to discover he had in his hands a potato masher grenade!
It could have been extremely sensitive to movement and killed the young fool!
He gently (Not a total fool!!) placed it on the closest protected surface and walked quietly away.
He called the authorities to report the find and lived to enjoy another day!!
There is a lesson here somewhere Friends,
CJ