Comments by "Dennis Young" (@dennisyoung4631) on "Forgotten Weapons"
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@george2113 not sure what Russia uses for long term preservation of items prone to rusting, but I’ve heard this stuff is called Cosmic (grease) or Cosmoline.
A guess, based on some of my own experience with Homebrewed chain wax, is that one might take petroleum refining residues - waxes, bunker fuel, etc - combine this stuff with just enough more refined oils to give a suitable consistency, then dip the weapons in question into a heated vat of the resulting gunge.
Once cooled, the stuff would become a thick and clinging mess that should keep out corrosion. A further matter would be to wrap the parts in burlap while still warm, then a second dipping prior to boxing or binning for long-term storage.
I’m thinking they simply shorted the “Cosmic” ingredients and then rushed the process, then afterward did not take care as to the actual storage. That would work ok for a while, but not decades. Left to set for that long - some stuff is going to get damaged unless you lay things up right.
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From (original) fiction:
“Sounds like...” I paused, then turned to Karl, who was shaking. He'd opened one of the bags of non-linked ammunition, then read from an ancient-looking and somewhat greasy scrap of wax-coated paper, “they called this thing a pig, I think.” He looked at me, then said, “only your handwriting is worse than this here.”
“Always hungry for more ammunition,” I said, “hence its 'name'.” I then asked a question.
“What was the, uh, correct designation for these things?”
“Type 60-B,” said the soft voice, “and they got many of their ideas from elsewhere for both that 'name' and that weapon's parts. Rachel wrote that label on that scrap of paper as her idea of a joke, for she'd heard a lot of people – both witches in the Abbey, and the other side's soldiers on that radio – calling these guns swine.”
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