I hear you; trashing stuff can be GREAT fun:
- You reminded me of my reserve days when three of us (Seabees) shot-up an old empty fuel tank and reduced it to just the thinnest of scraps.
- We were all squad machine-gunners (M-60), at the range for training that day, and a the end of the training the Master Sergeant was looking for volunteers to use up the ammunition that hadn't been already used (these were the Reagan years when budgets were FAT). Because whatever wasn't used would be discounted off the NEXT year's budget (crazy accounting right, but that's your government for you).
- Everyone else wanted to leave, but me and two buddies said "sure", and I can't tell you how many belts we ran through (but it was a LOT).
- That tank was big, like 40-50 feet long, and 10-15 feet in diameter, solid plate steel; just laying in this field way down range. And by the time we were all done, it was reduced to nothing but scraps of metal laying ALL over that field (this was Quantico). We had a blast!
So, yeah, smashing stuff IS fun! Thanks for giving an old sailor a treat pulling up an old memory.