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Show th n1. pangeletti was our grenade man. I'd ne er seen anybody that c uld thr w a grenade like him in my life. We all carried four hand grenades, and th n wh n y u' d g t in a fire fight you d take the hand grenades and throw them back to pangeletti. He wa the platoon sergeant, and Morrison was the right guide. He'd chuck them back to him or relay them back, and then tell them where you wanted a hand grenade and boy, he'd throw them. He could throw them further and more accurate than anyone I have ever seen. Boy, he could throw them. They weigh a pound. A hand grenade weighs a pound. JAS: I didn't know they were that heavy. BILL: Yeah. You see in the movies that they are always pulling the pin with their teeth. Well, that's a strong, strong pin, and you try to bend it. Okay, and they're folded over flat, like that, because boy, if one comes off, you've got four seconds to get rid of that son-of-a-bitch of get in a fetal position and kiss your butt good-bye. Now why I've got this-because when you throw a grenade, you pull the pin and then you keep the pin. See, it's four seconds. You pull the pin, let the spoon fly, "one one thousand , two one thousand," and throw it. Because if you pull the pin and throw it, they've got four seconds to pick it up and throw it back. So you count to two, "one one thousand, two one thousand" and then they can't. Well, you hang onto these, because if you run onto a booby trap or for some reason you need a pin, you keep the pins. I've got one still in a camouflage cap that I wear up to the cabin. These you just leave it in your pocket. We had a kid named Giddly . Somebody was always playing with a hand grenade, always playing with it. You'd come back off a patrol (this is Second World 92 |
