Re the rocket factory mishaps...
Many of our wounded were crispy critters.
Macabre words to push away the gruesome sights and sounds that stay with you. There were some that begged to be put out of their pain, especially the ones with severe burns to their lower extremities...they did not want to go home in that condition.

We also had our fair share of wounded from a jet jockey over-shooting his mark. The dead of course didn't know; those they did were royally POd, and that is using polite words. There was more of that than the public was told, and it was years before it was common knowledge that you had to get permission to return fire--while in a friendly area.

The name of one of my younger brothers is on the Wall.
The other died of brain cancer associated with exposure to Agent Orange.
My last nursing sister crossed over a bit over a year ago...
One of my buddies committed suicide over the holidays.

It just keeps giving and giving.

Cap