Me And My Rocket Grenade
This is what happens when you let one woman loose with a rocket grenade.
The quote from my Dad, (ignoring the fact I'm holding an RPG and I'm in the middle of the Gobi Desert) when he saw this picture was "Good grief has she still not ironed those trousers since Rio?!"
RPG's can splode
that thing in your hand can splode at any time, remind me to never ride with you.
Live Ammo??
I must admit that it only belatedly occurred to me that it might be live ammo, and the soldiers who came racing over to tell us to get off their firing range weren't too happy.
Firing range?? I thought it was a graveyard for crashed vehicles.