first published on February 16, 2016 by Josh
Throwing is an extremely difficult task to understand, so naturally when you’re tasked with throwing a grenade, things can get ugly.
I can remember my very first time playing safety on a grenade range. I was a young, brand new Corporal in the Pohakuloa training area of Hawaii, and boy was I motivated. That is until private number three showed up in my pit, shaking like a leaf, with a death grip on his M67.
I immediately knew that this was going to be the kid to mess everything up. He was going to drop the grenade at our feet, and I was going to have to tackle him out of the pit. We were both going to catch shrapnel, and I was going to pummel him with my helmet until someone stopped me.
Very calmly, I talked him through all of the steps. He popped the thumb-clip, twisted and pulled his pin, got in his grenade throwing stance, and let that sucker fly. Everything went great, and then he tried to watch the explosion.
Up to this point in my life, I had never choke slammed someone. This kid though, man he got it hard. I’ll never understand the fascination and fear with grenades.