And a lot of other nasties too. From pick up this Radio, tread on this floorboard, open this cupboard, flush this toilet...and be blasted to hell. But it was the Land Mines and M90 Jump Ups that finally stopped me picking up my pay cheque. M26 Fragmentation Hand Grenades could perhaps get you some rabbit stew, if you were prepared to spit the notched segments out. Demolition Charges, once set by a detonator, a timing device or Plunger connection, could get you entry to a night Club. As for 81mm Mortars, one could certainly stir up the neighbours in the next street. Even if the Tail Fin ended up in one piece shrapnel would level your shrub bed.
You see, this is what comes from a desire to contribute something towards the winning of a battle in some far off land, but dosen't disturb my tomatoe growing after a nice dinner in the comfort of my home. So when the blood started to show on my dinner napkin I decided that enough was enough, let other people be robots and build weapons of mass destruction, I'll comfort the sick and nature Good Will amongst all men. No weapons. No conflict. Simple as that. Why was the spear first invented? To kill animals for food? Or was it first made to attack or defend against someone who maybe was raising a little dust?
So where would we be without weapons? Without even wooden clubs? Is the tongue mightier than the sword? Or do you fancy making a few Phosporus Shells or Bombs? I can show you how. westwind.