When I was about 7 I lived in Zimbabwe and at the time it was Rhosdaisa(fuck it been so long cannot remmeber how to spell it)

we lived in a house about 1 km from the main police station and once the terrists did a mortar attack from the field behind our house at the police station.


The noise was mad we were hinding under the beds.

anyway we were pissing about in the drains tunnels about two weeks later and found about 4 mortars.

showed them to my brother-in-law he fucking shit him self and said if you find anymore don't touch them.

they have a firing pin at the bottom.