Friday, December 08, 2006

The Varieties of Deadly Experience


Forest of Knives


I remember back during the last few years of the Vietnam war, in the early 70s, reading an article in the magazine that came with the weekend edition of the newspaper, about the various booby-traps the enemy was using against US soldiers.

I was 7 or 8 at the time and living on the edge of a small pulp and paper town up in Northwestern Ontario (sparsley inhabited wilderness). Me and my brothers spent most of our time out in the bush making forts and hiking around, so we were fascinated with the eleborate mechanisms the NVA and VC were making with sticks and other natural materials.



Sharpened bamboo covered with pig manure was a common ingredient in most constructions, as was the occasional venomous snake tied to a stick. It was all pretty exotic for someone growing up in a world of spruce trees. The only threat to my well-being was having my favorite TV show pre-empted by a football game.

The magazine article was part of a series, and the next week featured the high-tech booby-traps of the American forces. They weren't quite as interesting; all of them were more or less variations on the theme of explosives blowing pieces of steel around. None of them were hand-crafted, and in the full-colored drawings they just looked like little plastic boxes. I gave them second-place in the creative design category.

What caught my attention, and still does to this day, was how to set up a series of claymore anti-personnel mines so the enemy soldiers would actually jump on them, or at least run towards them, just before they exploded. That made the little plastic boxes more interesting. I remember me and my brothers having quite a few arguements trying to second-guess the enemy's response, and therefore where to place the second (third, fourth...) anti-personnel mine if our living room was ever infiltrated.

It's like a well thought out chess manoever, but with different equipment. For instance, you hear a big bang, you turn away from it or move away. It's human nature to minimize injuries. So the second one goes over where you would run to get away from the first. The third is placed in the same way.



Later on we applied this technique to kill houseflys. Imagine a housefly sitting on a table. You move forward and try to hit it by smacking your hand down on the table. It rarely works because the fly sees the hand coming and flys up and away.

So what you do is take your hands and clap them together above the fly, or above the place the fly is when your hands start to move. The fly jumps up when your hands start to move, and literally flys up into your hands. If he he'd just stayed where he was on the table, nothing would have happened to him.

The fly is faster, and you can't compete with his speed and agility, but you're smarter and you know where he's going. The slow hand gets the fast fly.
 

5 Comments:

Blogger Guido said...

I didnĀ“t knew the houseflies were among the threatened species!

12/09/2006 9:50 AM

 
Blogger Philip Northover said...

TV show pre-empted by a football game? Wouldn't happen to have been Land of the Giants, by any chance? That was the one that always got bumped when I was a kid. One improvement about today's multi-channels, I don't see sports at all on the science fiction channel. And vice versa.

About the flies, I've noticed that sooner or later, they go to the window with the most light, clearly wanting to get out. I have double paned windows so I just open the inner one a few inches and eventually the fly goes between the panes. Then I open the outer window a few inches and close the inner and eventually the fly finds the exit and goes on its way. Then I close the outer pane and everything is as it was. The whole process seldom takes more than an hour and it's rather amusing making the occasional checks to see how the fly is doing. Come on, dummy, just go a few inches to your left! That's all ya gotta do! :-)

The anti-personnel device story reminds me of something I may make a post about later.

12/09/2006 11:47 AM

 
Blogger Tim said...

Land of the Giants... I wish. We never got super cool stuff like that. We only had one channel. The show was Walt Disney World, shown on Sunday nights. Of course, sometimes the Bugs Bunny Roadrunner Hour could get pre-empted too. One TV channel, no VCRs, no computers. Sound like Planet of the Apes.

12/09/2006 1:24 PM

 
Blogger cruelanimal said...

I really like this entry -- a meditation on how children are interested in the mechanics of violence -- and how adults map out calculated strategies to inflict maximum damage. The mix of text and art works very well, too.

You may not have intended to reflect on the Iraq War, but I saw connections -- especially to the so-called "flypaper theory" defense. Sad to think who is setting up improvised claymore-type explosives today -- and sadder still that the "flies" who jump up into God's hands are somebody's loved ones.

12/09/2006 1:26 PM

 
Blogger Philip Northover said...

Hehe, true Tim. I started to wonder about my elders when I saw the sports they were watching. We didn't have cable, and the only friends I knew who did had Dads who just had to watch the U.S. football games. They'd rather watch a bunch of clods yacking for 15 minutes about a play that lasts all of 5 seconds, than watch actors grappling with fake giant cats and spiders... ;-)

Chess is the game for traps. It's amazing what looks playable actually isn't.

12/10/2006 11:02 AM

 

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