Hey, I've been under fire from that weapon- literally! Never bring a rocket launcher to a snowball fight- or something like that. . .
Anyway, it was the winter of '86-'87. Our rival school had attacked us in the opening salvos of the annual snowball fight (which would be described as a riot in this century.) We were outnumbered at least 4 to 1. The enemy had used surprise to advance across the bridge over the Canacadea Creek, but we were holding the Ceramics Building and the Old Gym, and the high ground beyond. After being injured when my original command was wiped out during a daring attempt to turn the enemy's left flank, I was commanding a a firebase on a balcony on the Ceramics building. We were raining down frozen balls of whoop-ass on the enemy, and I had rear echelon forces keeping the throwers supplied with snow from the courtyard by trash can. The rival school responded with counterbattery fire from their 8 mm rocket artillery.
Lacking the range to target their artillery, we were forced to abandon that commanding position. We quickly established a new position on the roof; however, by that time our lines had broken and enemy troops were entering the building.
Mynock wrote:We play a version of this on the 4th......40 gram bottle rockets + exhaust pipe = bazooka.
