Our Bomb

Sion's comment on my HMAS Brisbane post reminded me that I also had bits and pieces my father had made from army shell casings, mostly cut down shells for containers and ashtrays, and he had made a few little things out of bullets, like this - it looks like a miniature shoe horn.



Most of the shells are stamped with a date in the 1950's - well after WW2 - so I don't know where he would have acquired the shells.

And then we have.....

THE BOMB



Back when my son was in primary school, he came home one afternoon and I asked the usual parental question " what did you do today darling "
and he gave the usual child answer " nothing "
then he thought a moment and added " we got evacuated while the bomb squad came "

It seems that the little boy down the street from us had taken his grandfathers WW2 hand grenade to school for show and tell - no one knew if it was live, so when it was plonked on the teachers desk, naturally she freaked out a little.

Next day my son wanted to know if he could take "our bomb" but we decided the school had probably had enough excitement for that week.

As you can see, our bomb is not live, the top unscrews.


And coming to the modern armament era, we were given these from a currently serving officer on an Australian navy ship (he swore us never to reveal the names under the official secrets act)....but someone tell me....how the hell do you get these off the ship in your kitbag!!