Wargames
Another childhood one...

We were playing War on a bit of waste ground (remember that?). I always liked playing the Nazis, since they always lost - which gave me scope for many spectacular, swan-divingly overacted gurgling death scenes.

In this particular game, we decided that the Nazis were pinned down in a foxhole under mortar fire. So, me and another lad crouched down in a hole, and pulled a piece of corrugated iron over our heads. The others then set up a volley of flints, half-bricks, clods of earth, bottles, and anything else they could lay their hands on. The noise was deafening, but very satisfying - it really felt realistic, and got the blood pumping and the adrenaline flowing.

After a while, though, the novelty wore off. Time to move on, we thought. At which point (Crash!) we realised (Boom!) that it might have been a great idea (Blam!) to have set up (Smash!) some kind of (Thud! Kerblam!) protocol for escaping.

It was suggested that we wave a white flag. But it turned out that anything we had that might have once been white, no longer was...
(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Wed 5 Mar 2014, 17:07, 2 replies)

And you're still in there?
Very kind of one of them to lob a smartphone in.
( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Wed 5 Mar 2014, 17:31, closed)

Smartphone?? This was the 1970s!
I can't really remember how we got out. I suppose they eventually got bored and stopped lobbing stuff.
(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Thu 6 Mar 2014, 13:43, closed)