In the stupid invincibility of youth my brothers and I used to find the largest nut we could. We'd then screw a bolt in about halfway through the nut. We'd tear the red part of matches off and fill the other half of the nut with it. Screw on another opposing bolt and tighten it, squeezing the match heads between the bolts until we didn't dare to tighten them any more.
We'd then take the device out to the paved road and throw it down. If it hit right the match heads would explode and the bolts would go flying with incredible force.

We stopped doing this my brother had one of those big bolts nick his ear on it's way to who knows where.
Amazing we lived through childhood.


The Chosin Few November to December 1950, Korea.
I'm not one of the Chosin Few but no more remarkable group of Americans ever existed.