SmeeAgain
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Growing up TV consisted of cowboy stuff, war movies, Lucy, & The Honeymooners. Ozzie & Harriet came a short time later.
One year for his birthday my big brother got a plastic Thompson machine-gun. It was great! Once the bolt was pulled back, it made full-auto noise when the trigger was pulled.
There was some construction going on down the road from us... We weren't allowed anywhere near it so of course we were instantly drawn to it.
Being a Saturday, nobody was around. They had perfect trenches dug (foundation trenches) and a bulldozer that made a great imaginary tank.
Within minutes all of us are down in the trenches shooting & screaming at each other.
I grabbed a clod of dirt the shape of a grenade, then pulled a chunk of root out of it with my teeth... that was the pin. Then tossed it in the general direction of where I thought my brother was...
I heard a pretty loud CRASH then my brother frantically crying!
Oh crap! I blew him up! I climb out of my foxhole & ran over to him. He was on his knees, about 1/3 of his new gun in each hand and a big pile of tiny plastic pieces on the ground between his knees!
He had been holding his gun horizontal in front of himself and my grenade landed dead center!
Crying stopped... then he said... "You did that on purpose because you were jealous! After I kill you, I'm tellin'!
Then the chase was on... I'm running for my life! As we are running I'm yelling... "You can't tell or they will know where we were!" "And it was your idea!"
Fortunately he never caught me but never believed it really was an accidental luck shot AND he never let it go either! Every few years he would bring it up. "You owe me a machine-gun! You broke it on purpose!"
Pinky swear, it was an accident... but that didn't stop me from laughing about it as an adult. The more I laughed, the more irate he got.
One year for his birthday my big brother got a plastic Thompson machine-gun. It was great! Once the bolt was pulled back, it made full-auto noise when the trigger was pulled.
There was some construction going on down the road from us... We weren't allowed anywhere near it so of course we were instantly drawn to it.
Being a Saturday, nobody was around. They had perfect trenches dug (foundation trenches) and a bulldozer that made a great imaginary tank.
Within minutes all of us are down in the trenches shooting & screaming at each other.
I grabbed a clod of dirt the shape of a grenade, then pulled a chunk of root out of it with my teeth... that was the pin. Then tossed it in the general direction of where I thought my brother was...
I heard a pretty loud CRASH then my brother frantically crying!
Oh crap! I blew him up! I climb out of my foxhole & ran over to him. He was on his knees, about 1/3 of his new gun in each hand and a big pile of tiny plastic pieces on the ground between his knees!
He had been holding his gun horizontal in front of himself and my grenade landed dead center!
Crying stopped... then he said... "You did that on purpose because you were jealous! After I kill you, I'm tellin'!
Then the chase was on... I'm running for my life! As we are running I'm yelling... "You can't tell or they will know where we were!" "And it was your idea!"
Fortunately he never caught me but never believed it really was an accidental luck shot AND he never let it go either! Every few years he would bring it up. "You owe me a machine-gun! You broke it on purpose!"
Pinky swear, it was an accident... but that didn't stop me from laughing about it as an adult. The more I laughed, the more irate he got.
