Had a bit of an experience yesterday. I had a computer class after my shift which lasted until noon. After I crawled into bed, I figured out I had to go to the bathroom, so I was kinda restless. All of a sudden BOOM!!! My bed shook. I was like what the @#$% was that??? It was pretty quiet, and I wasn't sure exactly what happened. I woke my roommate up and said, hey man, I think there was an explosion. He, of course is like, man, you'd better not be @#$%in with me, I said no Im serious. So we ventured out of the tent, albeit cautiously. There were others standing around wondering the same thing. Nothing really else came of it at that point. So we went back to bed. When I came in for my shift, they're like oh yeah, there was an old shell found in a farmers field from either world war one or world war two that was safely detonated. Im like like ya think they coulda called. They called it a controlled detonation. I almost called it an uncontrolled discharge in pants, it surprised me that bad. But that is still very common in Europe. They still have ordinance that they find in the farm fields and farmers will find old hand grenades. There was a French farmer that found one, brought it inside his house and put it on his fireplace mantle. Well, needless to say when he was building a fire one night, it fell off and, well, he aint farming no more....