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Per Ardua Ad Astra
In my shop I had an inert Soviet hand grenade as an ornament among other items such as inert 81mm Mortars, 61mm Mortars etc.
My son while at school, was helping me one Saturday morning, looked at the grenade and asked, “Dad is that grenade live?”
Keeping a straight face I got it down from the shelf, removed the pin and said, “Yes it is, but as long as I keep hold of this lever, the grenade wont go off.”
Pretending to fumble, I dropped the grenade. My son watched the safety handle fly off with bulging eyes, then he was gone, he was half way up the road before the grenade had hit the ground. In all honesty, I have NEVER seen him move so fast.
Five minutes later he poked his head around the shop door expecting to see little pieces of me all over the place.
I said, “Your a nice bloke, leaving me to get blown up.”
He replied, “If your daft enough to drop a grenade, you deserve to get blown up.”
My son while at school, was helping me one Saturday morning, looked at the grenade and asked, “Dad is that grenade live?”
Keeping a straight face I got it down from the shelf, removed the pin and said, “Yes it is, but as long as I keep hold of this lever, the grenade wont go off.”
Pretending to fumble, I dropped the grenade. My son watched the safety handle fly off with bulging eyes, then he was gone, he was half way up the road before the grenade had hit the ground. In all honesty, I have NEVER seen him move so fast.
Five minutes later he poked his head around the shop door expecting to see little pieces of me all over the place.
I said, “Your a nice bloke, leaving me to get blown up.”
He replied, “If your daft enough to drop a grenade, you deserve to get blown up.”
