Apollo astronauts landed on the moon. Two hundred thousand showed up for Woodstock. It was 1969.
And I was making hand grenade fuses in a small factory in rural Pennsylvania.
In spite of cutback promises by President Nixon, the conflict in Vietnam was escalating.
I needed a summer job.
The company was Penguin Industries. Their office sat on a rolling lawn decorated with ceramic penguins. I had no idea what they made. And then I did.
If there was conflict over a “war effort” employer, it was soon resolved. There was a generous base salary and bonus potential for exceeding the minimal quota.
We were highly motivated… poor, mostly broke, facing college expenses and student loan debt.
On a moving assembly line, we built fuses for the M26 hand grenade, thousands of them.
Metal plug bodies, small springs, pins, and handles were assembled over a tube that went deep into the ground.
If the small tools slipped, the ignitor was activated, and blew into that tube.
It was loud, there was smoke, but the real danger was in a remote building where gunpowder was added.
It may have been the Summer of Love, but not for me.
***This is Day 5 of the 5 Days- 5 Photos challenge.***
Thanks to Colleen at Silver Threading for the nomination.