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Whatever he thought or felt, he worked feverishly to save them. I can only imagine what he must have felt as he put his physicianвЂ™s skills to use toward the men he had just mowed down with Stanley on the Maxim gun. Once the melee was finished, Browntrout pulled out his medical kit and went to work on those of the enemy who could be saved (which were not many, so thorough was our operation). He had every right to kill Sayid, but heвЂ™d barely touched him. Then I recalled the fight in AudaвЂ™s tent with Sayid, which Stanley had done nothing to provoke. To my surprise he harmed not a hair on their heads-even without Browntrout telling him to back down.

Once Stanley had the Turks dead to rights I thought that was it for those soldiers they were completely at his mercy.

By now, Browntrout had his pistol on them and they had their hands in the air, so terrified they were of this beast who could do almost as much damage throwing ammunition as he could firing it out of a gun. With one swing, he did in their windscreen. Instead, Stanley had a more novel solution I have never seen before or since: He wrenched the jammed ammunition belt out of the chamber of the Maxim and raced toward the TurksвЂ™ vehicle, wielding it like a bullwhip. There wasnвЂ™t time for Stanley and Browntrout to draw their side-arms. I watched helplessly from the other side of the tracks as the Turks drew their firearms. Just as the car reached them, the Maxim jammed. They were heading straight for Stanley and Browntrout. It was carrying several Turkish non-commissioned officers. Just then, an open-carriage car rolled up on a side road, parallel to the tracks. His fire took out more than half of the troop in less than a minute. Once the majority seemed to have disembarked, I gave Stanley the signal, and he opened up on them with surgical precision. After they had a few moments to collect themselves, the men exited the train, not bothering to take up defensive positions. Auda triggered the second, crippling the middle of the train and mangling the tracks. Once they were in range I detonated the first mine, which toppled the engine and hurdled wheels and other train fragments dozens of yards in the air. Shortly after dawn, we heard the vibration of the train approaching and saw puffs of smoke rising from the engine from around the cliffs. Although they make a ridiculous sight, they both wear Keffiyehs and agals-atop their British uniforms. At least they are trying to fit in a little. I had to remind him that he wasnвЂ™t Michelangelo, and that he was here to destroy GodвЂ™s creations, not to venerate them. Meanwhile, Browntrout was molding elaborate sculptures out of the gelignite. Stanley squeezed too hard on a detonator and it blew up in his paw, but because he is built of studier material than us homo sapiens, it did no damage. Their attempts were both crude and clumsy. After completing my demonstration, I allowed them to give it a go. I held the detonator in one hand and said вЂњDET-ON-AT-TOR.вЂќ Browntrout reminded me that he and Stanley both understand English quite well. I told them that gelignite was like a very special dough, but instead of yielding leavened bread, mangled steel and disrupted supply lines were the results when this special вЂњdoughвЂќ rises.

#Gel ignite how to

I wanted to explain to Browntrout and Stanley how to lay railway charges in the simplest possible language-using pictograms if possible. Today I held an impromptu class entitled Our Friend Gelignite.