As i was sitting on the front porch smoking a ciggarette a little while ago, i got to think about the fourth of july and all the rituals that go with this all american holiday. (FIREWORKS ROCK)!
this sentimental flashback (or senile if you will) was prompted by what sounde like the fighting in beiruit int he 80's must have been like.
somewhere in the late 90s in or around my 7th year of sobriety and about a year after leving the militiary, myself, my ex wife and "uncle" daryl were invited to participate in a "bottle rocket war". (hmmmm lighting flying explosive devices and firing them directly TOWARDS other people..... FUUUUN!!)
needless to say what the "opposing team" and what we had in mind were two completely different things.. apparently the opposition had gone out and (rather deviously) cobbled together some "bazookas" (wrapping paper tubes with a stick taped to it) that they gloatingly showed to us before we staged each team one either side of a railroad bridge straddling a fair sized creek.
at that point it was getting kind of dark and daryl had not yet arrived with the "heavy artillery".
right about the time it went pitch dark daryl arrived with thegoodies we had put together. the engagement was initiated by various members of each team lighting up their smokes and starting to toss out a few "screamers" at each other.
eeeeeeeeeeeeee....... swwoooosh..... POP.... goldangitowthat hurt..... daryl screamed as a well aimed shot from an enemy bazooka hits him in the leg...
hey look.. dude... they are trying to cross the bridge..... GET EM..
daryl and i looked at each other with a kind of maniac glee, and unlimbered OUR bazookas!
see, where the other guys had stuck to wrapping paper tubes and whistlink bottlerockets (about 1/4 inch diameter and about 3 inches long, glued to a paper stick... daryl and i had created weapons of mass destruction.. we had taken various odds and ends like 4inch diameter carpet tubes, lexan sheeting, toy gun handles and radiator clamps to create monsters that could shoot the 9 inch long finned rockets (ya know those suckers you can almost take a jet down with).
turns out that if you pulled the little plastic finned assembly off of one of the rockets and glued it to the front of another one, that the resulting projectile was devastatingly accurate.
SWOOOOOSH.......ssssshhhhhhhhh........FWUUMMP! AHHHHHHHH... ..... .....SPlaSH!
holy crap, i think i just blew somebody off of the bridge...... ahhhh maybe we oughta bail... that can't be good.....
see thats what happens when ya give maniacs fireworks... ain't it great
peace
-dawg
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