how i lost one of my lives:
after couple of weeks of basic training the rookies are out to master the art of throwing a granade.
after couple of hours of training with duds my sarge came and said "the guys are ready as they can be but for f*ucks sake, watch your ass"
i should've paid more attention
anyway, my sarge was in a prep station where he hands the guys a live frag and a dud.
first i was nervous ( u cant imagine what stupid things rookies do) but i got the hang of it soon and started enjoying the stuff.
that when i got slapped.
a guy approached me.
i made sure he remembers how to throw the granade and not piss in his pants instead.
"are u ready?"
"take out your dud first" *pause* "no, not the live one, the DUD!"
"u see the target there?"
"throw the dud at it"
and off it went. he did pretty well, so i relaxed. a bit and said:
"are u ready for the live?"
"ok go ahead, throw it at the target, remember top handle the granade out of the sheleter ok?"
the guy started to shake like a leaf that minute so i thought to cancle the whole thing, but then i noticed that he was operating the granade IN the shelter and that the pin was OUT.
"get your hand outa the shelter ok?"
and he threw it. i mean, he meant to but somehow it slipped between MY legs.
i caught the guy and hurled both of us outside the shelter.
waiting for the blast i heard:
"sir, should i throw it again?"
i looked puzzled at the guy and saw him hold the grande in his hand............
he picked it up just as i hurled us outside........
luckily it was a dud.........
i lost another life....