Finucane wrote Teufel:  Er, I dunno.  What if they're tossed in heavy undergrowth and nobody comes by to detonate them?  Not only could friendly troops set them off by mistake when infiltrating that area, but what if one bright day six months later young Mickey Bob is out strolling with his Petunia and -- blaaaaaaaam! -- look, Ma, we'll never have any kids!

I mean, they would explode as normal, but not within killing range of a Marine, or any other mud-puppy or Naval Security Personelle.

Crap... I just violated the Wizard's Second Rule: "The worst harm comes through good intentions."

Strike that proximity thingy.