This? [Non-work-safe language warning.]

Is my Honorary Little Brother. (Who is, thankfully, safely home now after a very close call, and retiring from the service in less than a year.)

He assures me (technically correctly, I'm sure) that they were required to detonate the grenade in order to dispose of it, as part of a discovered cache of unknown provenance. The washing machine, obviously, was not required. They were just bored.

He also contends that this is how he honored his oath to fuzzyspacekitty not to harass the wildlife. Which was extracted after he drew on a camel spider with a black magic marker and briefly had a hoax going around base that it was some sort of very dangerous new subspecies. (It's very difficult to dopesmack someone in Iraq from the midwestern U.S., by the way. fuzzyspacekitty managed it. Do not mess with her.) He didn't promise anything about household appliances...