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by grumblepeet
638 days ago
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My father was involved in this, he didn’t have a choice and it was dangerous work as even then most of the munitions were unstable. Shells etc sweated tnt which got absorbed into their skin. He hated it. They also had to contend with the rolling North Sea whilst dumping live ammunition overboard. |
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Years ago I worked on land seismic crews drilling shot-holes for geophysical exploration. We drilled patterns of shallow shot-holes and loaded each hole with 1/4-1/2 pound (0.11-0.23 kg) of dynamite. We carried paper-wrapped sticks and a brass knife to cut the one pound (0.45 kg) sticks to size. There was a lot of bare-handed handling of those sticks and it was July in the desert southwest of the 4 Corners region. They sweated a lot. They had to be packed in to each shot-hole so some poor slob always had to be the guy with the backpack loaded with 35-40 pounds (15.9-18.1 kg) of sweating dynamite sticks and blasting caps. I had that duty more times than I can remember.
Backpacks were nowhere near as padded or utilitarian as those you can get today. This thing had an aluminum (aluminium, LOL) frame with a poly bag and after a few minutes carrying that pack the bearer had absorbed enough nitroglycerine to have a booming headache that was so horrible that you would spend the day trying not to lean your head off of vertical so that you wouldn't get more blood rushing to your skull. It was frigging awful. Worst headaches I have ever had.
On a funny note, those sticks of powder (dynamite) came wrapped in a very smooth, very absorbent brown paper a lot like cardboard without the corrugations. It was super-soft and a lot of guys would raid the powder boxes looking for the paper to use as toilet paper out in the field. They would try to find pieces that weren't soaked in nitro because if you wiped your ass with a nitro-soaked piece you would quickly be reminded of the close connection between your head and your asshole when the headache hit. We called it dyna-wipe.
Fun times.