War again

I seem to be having more dreams about war. The battle was taking place in my old neighbor's back yard, between the Neboichecks and the McAree's. Except there was a bridge that had about a 100 yard span between them with a good arch to it's shape that you couldn't actually see the enemy. I instructed the soldiers to loft grenades over the crest of the bridge, noting they would roll to the other soldiers.

I took a grenade from one soldiers vests to demonstrate. I took the grenade and pulled the pin. I released the handle, and waited, to use up some of the time. Then I realized I had never thrown a grenade before, and had no idea how long the timer was, so I threw it. It wasn't much of a throw, more like an over hand long toss. Not enough to make it to the top. And it started rolling backwards.

I was tempted to run at it and kick it off the bridge, but thought better about it. Luckily, it detonated before it rolled too far back towards us. This agrivated me, so I took another, pulled the pin, advanced on the bridge and gave it a good throw over. Shortly after, the enemy took to the same tactic, but instead of grenades, they threw over a suitcase shaped explosive that was smooth and had small lights blinking on it. I ran to it and threw it back up the bridge.

It then became obvious to me that we were running low on amunition. Night had fallen and I noted that there was an unspoken cease fire at this hour of the day. Soldiers on both sides took this time to tend to the wounded, reload, mend weapons, regroup. It was oddly quiet.

I produced our ammo supplies and started issuing clips to the soldiers, noting the weapons they had and the ammo they needed. In the bag, there were clips with rounds. In some of the clips, the rounds had been hastily loaded and they were illseated. In some cases, it was as if the spring mechanism had been defeated and the rounds were just scooped inside. I took to the task of reloading the clips, when I noticed the extra ammunition. The rounds were stored in zip lock freezer bags. And in some cases, they were not even complete rounds but the actual bullets.

I pointed out that whomever supplied us with this ammo clearly was not thinking. While I understood ammo supplies were running low, there was no way we could reload rounds in the field. We were not in a suitable environment, nor did we have a reloading press. It was sheer nonsense.