We favored the ol smoke grenade in the back
of the arvn 3/4 ton.
Glad they caught the sob.
The old man who took care of burning our poop barrels was rumored to be a former VC. One night someone placed a smoke grenade under one of the barrels and pulled the pin. Next day, the wily old guy saw it. I don’t know if he knew it was smoke or thought it was a real grenade but that barrel was full to overflowing because he never pulled it out. Somebody finally had to sneak over at night and set it off. Fun times in the highlands.