Unexploded Artillery Shell Explosion in Wang Nam Khieo: Community Mourns and Recovers

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In the sleepy town of Wang Nam Khieo, an unsettling serenity was shattered on a Tuesday morning when a scrapyard turned into a scene of chaos. A routine day quickly transformed into a chapter of tragedy, leaving the quiet community of Nakhon Ratchasima grappling with the aftermath of an unexpected explosion.

The epicenter of this calamity was house number 130 in Non Srithong village, nestled within tambon Udomsap. Here, a woman’s life was abruptly ended, and the lives of four others were irrevocably altered when an artillery shell unexpectedly detonated. The blast echoed at 8:45 AM, parting the early morning mist with heart-wrenching force.

In the ensuing hours, authorities moved swiftly, cordoning off a 100-metre radius around the scrapyard. The area became a restricted zone, fraught with the danger of unexploded ordnance. As bomb experts undertook a painstaking sweep, they unearthed a chilling array of weaponry: an M79 grenade, rocket-propelled grenades, and anti-aircraft artillery shells surfaced, silent yet harboring potential for destruction.

Amidst the caution tape and evacuations, the community mourned the loss of 61-year-old Somjai Phanomyai. Stories quickly spread of Somjai and her husband, Kittisak, who traveled from Buri Ram province to partake in their customary trade of scrap dealing. On that fateful morning, as Somjai weighed an artillery shell in her hands, calamity struck. The shell tipped downwards, reacted to the scale, and detonated—a momentary lapse with devastating consequences.

Grief did not stand alone; it shared its shroud with severe injury. Kittisak, along with two other intrepid scrap collectors and the 52-year-old homeowner, Krueawan Sing-ngon, bore shrapnel’s wrath. The explosion turned a daily routine into an ordeal, and camaraderie into cries for help.

Drawing nearer to the heart of the issue, the village head, Nitaya Roiking, painted a portrait of custom turned hazard. Each military drill in the vicinity of Phu Lamyai mountain left behind more than just echoes of gunfire. It left behind unexploded shells, which villagers—lured by the promise of profitable scrap—gleaned like harvest, heedless of latent threats.

“Incidents like these have erupted in other villages,” Nitaya lamented, “But this was the first in Ban Non Srithong village.” Warnings had gone unheeded, her cautionary tales overwhelmed by the desire for gain or the complacency of perceived safety. “Some people stubbornly believed all shells were spent,” she noted with a sigh, reflecting the challenge of curbing long-standing practice with newfound peril.

The blast also revealed the human narratives entwining Kamlai Sanpen and her husband, Tharapong Ingpanchakan. Both seasoned gatherers from local fields, they shared in this day’s tragedies alongside their neighbors. The morning that held promise of profit unraveled into severed limbs and abdomen wounds—a swapsmith’s nightmare lived waking.

Boonliang Timrat, mother to Kamlai, reflected on the narrow brush with fate. “I usually accompany them,” she admitted, recounting how only an obligation to pay bills kept her from the ill-fated scrapyard expedition. With a mother’s aching heart, she now tends to her injured daughter and son-in-law, caught not by fortune’s fall, but by fate’s fissure.

For the tiny enclave of Non Srithong, the explosion remains a stark reminder of the risks tethered to routine, and the unpredictability lying dormant beneath perceived security. Families and friends now grapple with loss, injury, and the profound challenge of reconciling daily life with an intimate understanding of unseen dangers. As the days continue, the community remains wrapped in resilience, poised to navigate the delicate balance between traditional livelihoods and newfound caution.