our resident dumb @$$ was named garth. this cat was DUMB. we were at the grenade range, as the cadre was teaching us the proper way to "arm" the grenade; somehow garth ends up with a fragmentation grenade in his hand. we must have been very focused on the instructor, because no one saw how he got his hands on it. we didnt realize he had one until we saw the spoon go flying through the air, and him standing there with the grenade in his hand with that same stupid expression on his face.... the instructor was from st. thomas, with a heavy island accent. he instantly starts screaming "TROW DA GRENADE, TROW DA DAMN TING! TROW IT!" while charging at him. he grabs the grenade, throws it, throws garth on the ground, then dives for the dirt himself..... we all hit the deck, and the grenade blew before it even hit the ground. to this day i have no idea how garth came to have that grenade in his hand. i think they ended up sending his butt to the 7th i.d. in fort orde, california, if i remembered correctly. in fact, we had a couple of real winners that got sent there.