[RichieRich]

Originally Posted by Sliver

Have I ever told my grenade story?

So my brother and I cut grass in summers through high school and university. One of the contracts was the army barracks. It was a huge job that took many of us several days a week to complete because we also cut the PMQs, which are the weird little bungalows some of the soldiers would live in while on base. There would always be empty ones, and those are the ones we'd cut.

Anyway, the main base is still kind of there on the west side of Crowchild. Used to be gigantic, though.

My brother was trimming under a tree and found - what we think is - a grenade. He was 16 or 17 and I was about 15. He wasn't quite as rebellious/adventurous as me, so he was the wrong brother to have possession of the grenade (in my mind, anyway). I couldn't believe he wouldn't huck it. My dumb plan was to throw it in one of those concrete tubes that used to be in parks. His dumb plan was just to carry it around with him wherever he went to show it off. Like, wtf.

So anyway he rats me out to my mom for having porno mags, so I hit back with, 'well ask him about his grenade.' #### hit the fan. My mom called the cops and they sent the fataing SWAT team to our house. My brother had to put the grenade on the front step and then we all had to wait in the house while the SWAT dudes put it in a bomb disposal thing of some sort.

My best recollection is the grenade wasn't one of the shrapnel variety, but rather an incendiary device of some sort. I believe we were told you could throw this thing where you thought landmines were and it would detonate them, but as an adult I don't think that's a thing. Either way, it was a legit weapon of war my brother and I played with for a few weeks hah.

Almost a Darwin Award winner there.