Grenade – 14″x11″ Graphite on Bristol
I have always had a love/hate relationship with grenades. During basic training, it was one of the coolest experiences to train and eventually throw a live hand grenade. The immediate danger and the awesome shake of the little ball of death even through the concrete walls was and always will be a highlight of my time there.
In Iraq, that relationship changed. Grenades weren’t useful for every day patrolling, and of my three-man team I was the only one who carried one. The expansion of my duties to two man dismounted forward observer/scout sniper teams put that once fully offensive piece of equipment into a new light as a final line of defensive or even as a last ditch effort to keep us from being captured.