Temporary Archive: Suzanne Brockmann's Message Board

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When I was in EOD school, we were shown a movie on the effects of fuel air explosives (FAE) a fae bomb was originally designed to clear foliage but proved very effect against humans as it created a huge overpressure that popped the lungs, ear drums and all other plural cavities. A FAE bomb is basically gasoline in a near gaseous state—a small charge breaks the casing a hundred feet off the ground—the fuel dissipates and is then ignited by a secondary charge causing a huge WOOOOF, that flattens all vegetation and pops all plural cavities—so, back to EOD School, the movie is about the effects of FAE on humans—and I am sure there are no copies of this movie in existence today---but I think the real goal was to get rid of a bunch of lab monkeys—‘cause the experiment consisted of about forty monkies seated in desks in concentric circles outward from a FAE device. Now the monkeys had little tasks that they were given to due—puzzles and such –and they sat doing them diligently—but in the upper right hand corner of the screen was a clock counting down 28,,27,,26 and I remember those monkeys just working away—I don’t know what they were thinking but it probably involved bananas and the opposite sex (not necessarily at the same time—pervs)and th clock was ticking 12,,11,,10 and I was just aghast—with knowledge they would fight, run—jump the monkey one over for a quickie---a real quickie—but they just kept working 2,,1,,BOOM all the monkeys were dead and the experiment proved tha if you were really close to FAE you would be really dead—and if you were further away—well you’d be really dead too but with less violent popping involved---so, the point? It was like being god—watching that clock tick down and watching the monkeys work—and I realized then that there is a clock ticking down in the upper right hand of the screen of my life---it is going to reach zero and I am going to go kablooie—and I have no idea whether the clock reads sixty years or sixty seconds—so I better be having fun every second---