In far off Malaya, we kids were playing in the hotel grounds. One of our number came up with a box of shotgun cartridges. We looked them over, but didn’t’ recognise them. So, I brought a hammer over and we started to examine them more thoroughly. Powder and pellets. The powder could be made to crackle when hit so we continued the job. My dad turned up, to see what we were up to, and nearly fainted. Took the hammer away and stormed off to the hotel bar. Turns out the finder had seen a shotgun and box of cartridges in the back of an open jeep. Idiot officer had left the stuff open to thievery. Court martial offence, of course. Dad kept quiet. My quick witted younger brother stashed a few cartridges in his pocket. Later cashed in as there was a reward system for weapons and ammo during the Emergency. Little sod! 25 dollars I believe.