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Tempting fate - in which the Armorer wins one.

 So, last night on Facebook I said I was still a teenager at heart. And would provide a pic to prove it.

Here's the pic.

Teenager: Thinks he's invulnerable. Refuses to admit he's not. Hell, unable to *conceive* he's not invulnerable. It's why so many of them die doing silly things in cars.

Ergo, stupid.

Middle-aged fat guy: Knows he's not invulnerable. Gets paid extra because he's not. Refuses, however, to acknowledge the limitation.


Worse, he knows better. Ergo, a teenager at heart.

We have stuff in storage, and it is time to move same. The 175mm HE projectile to the right of the Door Into Eden, being empty, weighs circa 150lbs. I lifted it up to waist height, moved it about three feet, and set it down. By myself. No one helping. A total of three times, yesterday. Once into the truck, once out of the truck, and once across the threshold.

The 203mm HE projectile to the left of the Door Into Eden, also being empty, weighs circa 180lbs.

Ditto on movement.

I also moved three 155mm HE rounds. Empty, they weigh in around 80 lbs or so. Piece of cake. Except I moved them after I'd moved the others, and my arms were, um, shall we say, fatigued. I wasn't weaing steel-toe boots, either. Dropping one would have been painful (and probably about as much fun an interaction with the police as during the famous self-bayoneting incident of '05...)

Nothing popped, squished, cracked, or gave way. But my knees are grumbling at me a bit, and my forearms are *still* looking at me going, "You're a f**cking idiot, you know that, right?"

Yep. Don't care. I'm still a teenager at heart.

For interested LEOs and horrified members of the 4th estate or other forms of snoopy busybodies - all empty/inert, all legally procured, all legal to own where I live. Which may not be true where you live. Don't generalize your little penal colony with the bastion of relative freedom I live in.


Ahhh, my old friends HE M106 and HE M107. 

Humpin' 'joes three hundred meters, one on each shoulder, used to be great fun.  I can still lift 'em, but with Birthday number 49 pulling into the driveway, the 300 meters across the battery position may be somewhat less fun than it was.
 So, you're a relative youngster, then.  I can admit to carrying two 155mm 'jo's by myself, but never more than one 8inch.
 Still reckon you need a sixteen there as well.  If I win the lottery, I will spring for it, but you will have to move it!
 Might it be time to invest in a hand truck?
I hope that your medical insurance covers hernias. (Most don't; mine didn't. Counts as cosmetic, unless and until it becomes strangulated or otherwise a major deal. ) Then again, if you want the surgery, Brazil is a good place for medical tourism and in Rio there are lots of cool forts with big guns, especially Fort Copacabana and Fortaleza de Santa Cruz da Barra. (I didn't go for surgery, but did visit the forts.)
Tricare and the VA both cover it, so I'm good.
I tell people that I am a 16year old trapped in a 52 year old body. My wife agrees.
Yeah, those puppies get heavier all the time.  

How about a quick ID lesson on all the ammo, left to right?
I hate that I'm getting older rather than maturing.
When I was but a teenager, it was not uncommon for me- nor for any of the people I worked with- to shoulder a 200 size Oxygen cylinder- that's 105 lbs empty, about half again that full- and carry it a couple miles, more often than not up eight or ten flights of stairs.

My knees have paid the price, for this, in the long term. I would hope not to have to pay again.
A teenager at heart needs to remember that his heart's not a teenager.

My heart was never at risk, rikkochet.  Just my knees, back, fingers and toes.

J(NTA) - WWII-era 105mm crew drill round, made of bronze.  155mm nuke handling trainer (an unclas round for crews to use in the motor pool for drill).  155mm M107 HE (a never-filled projectile body), 203mm M106 HE (again, a never-filled carcass, as they used to be called when unfilled), 175mm HE M437 (empty), 105mm HE M1, and then two 75mm recoilless rifle rounds, the nomenclatures of which elude me at the moment, the first an APCBC (armor piercing capped, ballistic capped) and the other a standard HE round.
 If you survive, you grow old. No one says you have to grow up, and if they do, I ignore them.

URR, John, there's another consideration to humping rounds in the battery area, and that's those disks in the lumbar spine. I wasn't a gun bunny, but I did require spinal surgery to have a herniated disk removed on 24 August, along with some other work because of stenosis. Just turned 58 too. So, you two aren't out of the woods.

Three broken vertebrae, from hard helo landing, humping everything the S-3 could think to have us carry for miles on end, and yes, humping a projo on each shoulder halfway across Camp Lejeune and 29 Stumps. 

John the Armorer, I never lifted two HE M106 at the same time.  Two reasons.  One, that would be about 410 pounds total, and two, some of the ammo we shot was 1940s vintage, and NOT Comp B but TNT.  After 40+ years in storage, we handled those rather gently.  :)
 URR, unless you are very lucky, then, you'll find yourself in the situation I'm going through now. I sincerely hope your very lucky.
 I have some squishy discs that we're keeping an eye on.

URR - in Germany in '82 we were clearing the War Reserve stocks of HE to make room for the DPICM that was coming in.  We were shooting a lot of 1944-dated HE with TNT fillers.

And I did watch a gun-bunny heft two 8in rounds.  He was a monster.
 John, URR, I wasn't hurting much before the surgeon said "OK, I'll do it." My legs were slowly refusing to work. I went through that deterioration for two years before I started losing feeling and complete function this last June. The worst part of what I've gone through so far has been the fatigue. I've felt like someone hung me and beat me like a rug. Now I get physical therapy so I can start working the kinks out of legs that haven't fully worked in two years as well as work on conditioning the so called "core." I'm up to walking a half mile again, and it felt good, except for the last 100 yards or so.

We're hoping no permanent damage was done and the result so far are promising. I haven't had any incision pain since about the 3rd day post-op. Getting up that first time, however, was not the most pleasant experience I've ever had, however. I hope things work out for both of you.
Now we know how you came up with your nom de screen - saying Argghhh! as you hump those things around.

When are you going to have representative guns to match all the munitions, John?
 Well, if I had $35K plus shipping, I could take care of a 105mm and a 155mm right now.  But the Army won't give a 203mm to individuals.  They'll only loan them to organizatios (like a Legion or VFW post).