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?
In order to get out of the weeds on this one I propose we vote to have Roy buy all of the rest of the regalia and paraphernalia that went with the Montreal Home Guard. Hell, who knows, they may have got free beers out of the deal too - or am I confusing things here with the McKenzie Brothers?
