Were I there, when I got close to the German trench I would drop my rifle and go in with a grenade in my left hand and .45 in my right. Key words there: "when I got close"- fat chance of that happening in the first place

. Knobkerry's were a favorite weapon for Brits conducting trench raids at night. (A wooden "caveman" club with spikes sticking out.) Life was short and cheap on the Western Front.

Howinhell did we get so far off into the weeds?

"You can lead a man to logic, but you cannot make him think." Joe Harz
"Always certain, often right." Keith McCafferty