Ha ha ha! Mess! That word isn't in my vocabulary! If we get around to building that track I will post some pictures just for you!

LOL! I had quite a giggle as I read over the WW1 neighbor kid extravaganza, for there might be similar bunkers in the woods around here and at my friend's house. One of my favorite childhood stories that my dad told me was he and his uncles buried an outhouse on it's side on the edge of a strawberry field (My grandma and aunt hoed strawberries long ago), and they would lob dirt clod mortars when they opened the door toward the sky. I think that phase ended when they hit my Aunt Barb in the head.....