When I was in Vietnam, we always carried a “spare” grenade pin, just in case you found one resting on the spoon but WITHOUT a pin.
Nice little VC trick in those days.
Or, if you pulled the pin, changed your mind about throwing the grenade, but in the meantime, you’d lost the pin.
“Now what, BOZO?”
Excellent story. Here’s one, not from theater or combat: on winter exercise in the White Mountains (Vermont / New Hampshire) our small snowshoed squad came across a bunch of hippies at the top of a mountain. They immediately threw their hands up and surrendered... They were all high and carrying marijuana into Canada. We enjoyed their company for a bit and we all went on our way.
Electrical tape and dump it off with the idiot ordnance guys to deal with......