The whole experience had a weird vibe from the get go. A couple neighbors showed up who were wasted (they had fired a ton off the night before) and they had lots of "advice" for me and the other two guys firing these off.
The guy who latched on to me was slur speech drunk and couldn't stop talking about how we should fire these mortars off. Kept telling me about him being a Marine and doing two tours in Afghanistan....which I appreciate....but it was annoying as all hell. I had (6) tubes for the (6) different brands of mortars we had and was perfectly fine with doing it all in my own but he infused himself into the process. I didn't feel like starting an argument with a drunk 6'-4"ish Mari e so I just let him join in.
Well, once I started firing them off he was just loading one after another at such a rapid pace. I had (60) total to shoot off so I was fine with the pace but thinking back on it (I couldn't fall asleep last night I was so freaked out...a lot of "what if's going on) I'm not to sure that dude didn't put the wrong mortar in the wrong tube? Those tubes are generally the same size but prior to shooting off as I tested each one by sliding mortars in and out....some were easy to see they belonged in a certify tube. Plus, when I load a tube I give it a test to make sure it slides good.
Anyway, this thing blows to pieces and as I said earlier it was just insane how big this flash of light and debris was.....I was freaked out. This guy, Scott....says "C'mon...that was nothing. Let's go...keep going" I'm like "that thing just blew up! Hit me all over the chest with chunks of crap,?" He's like "I seen worse in Afghanistan....that was nothing.." I didn't say anything but was thinking "So friggin what....I haven't and that just scared the
out of me!"
It's the morning after and I'm not as freaked out now but I'm still retiring from shooting fireworks off like that.
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