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We had presses that hit bar stock for the mortars and steel blanks for the grenades like that out at the ammo plant. The constant motion of the floor would almost make your stomach queasy until you got used to it. And the noise? It was so loud in the grenade press room that you had to wear earplugs and headsets and you had to stand dick to dick and scream in each other's ears to make yourself heard. There was a lot of written communications going on in the press rooms.









