Petard
A petard is a small bomb used for blowing up gates and walls when breaching fortifications. It is of French origin and dates back to the 16th century. A typical petard was a conical or rectangular metal device containing 2–3 kg (5 or 6 pounds) of gunpowder, with a slow match for a fuse.
Etymology
Pétard comes from the Middle French péter, to break wind, from the root pet, expulsion of intestinal gas, derived from the Latin peditus, past participle of pedere, to break wind. In modern French, a pétard is a firecracker (and it is the basis for the word for firecracker in several other European languages).
Pétardiers were deployed during sieges of castles or fortified cities. The pétard, a rather primitive and exceedingly dangerous explosive device, comprised a brass or iron bell-shaped device filled with gunpowder and affixed to a wooden base called a madrier. This was attached to a wall or gate using hooks and rings, the fuse lit and, if successful, the resulting explosive force, concentrated at the target point, would blow a hole in the obstruction, allowing assault troops to enter.
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by Lyal Strickland
Baby I Tried
by: Lyal StricklandBaby can't you see that I'm loving you
More than you ever wanted me to
Baby it must be so hard
When he won't even share his scars with you
But that's the way life goes
Keeps you waiting for
That one next phone call
When he'll show you a little more of his mind
Things he's trying to hide
Baby I tried
Baby can't you see that I'm hating you
for all the rough times that we go through
One night we'll come together
With a little kiss make everything better
But that's the way life goes
Keeps you waiting for
That one next phone call
When he'll show you a little more of his mind
Things he's trying to hide
Baby I tried
Baby can't you see that I'm feeling you
As the years start to slip through
Kids are grown and Jenny comes back says
She married a man without a past
But that's the way life goes
Keeps you waiting for
That one next phone call
When he'll show you a little more of his mind
Things he's trying to hide
Baby I tried
Tubes feeding me and I can't breathe
Without the company of the morphine
You've lost your mind and I've lost my mouth
They're about the same anyhow
When he'll show you a little more of his mind
Things he's trying to hide
Baby I tried