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when in the Service I loved firing the M79 - indirect was FUN ! always took one along (with lots of ammo) when it was time for annual qualification on the .45cal - I used to think how great it would be to sit on a hill, in the california (before it was changed to kalifornia !!!!!) desert and have a buddy "drive" rabbits up the valley below while I popped 40mm grenades out of the M79's tube
Growing up in Chicago, there was always someone bigger and badder just around the corner. My youthful mind would ponder......."OK, how does someone become the baddest SOB on the block?" The answer? M 79!
That little goodie is the stuff that youthful dreams are made of!