- published: 02 Jul 2011
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Napalm is a thickening/gelling agent generally mixed with petroleum or a similar fuel for use in an incendiary device, primarily as an anti-personnel weapon. "Napalm" is a portmanteau of the names of two of the constituents of the gel: naphthenic acid and palmitic acid.
"Napalm B" is the more modern version of napalm and, although distinctly different in its chemical composition, it is often referred to simply as "napalm".
Colloquially, napalm has been used as the generic name of several flammable liquids used in warfare, often forms of jellied gasoline, such as to be expelled by flamethrowers in infantry and armored warfare.
Napalm B is chemically distinct from its predecessor Napalm. It is usually a mixture of polystyrene and benzene, used as a thickening agent to make jellied gasoline. One of the advantages of this new mixture lies in its increased safety while being handled and stored. Many accidents had been attributed to personnel smoking around stockpiles.
Napalm B has a commonly quoted composition of 21% benzene, 33% gasoline (itself containing between 1% and 4% (estimated) benzene to raise its octane number), and 46% polystyrene. This mixture is more difficult to ignite than napalm. A reliable pyrotechnic initiator, often based on thermite (for ordinary napalm) or white phosphorus (for newer compositions), has been used. The original napalm usually burned for 15 to 30 seconds while napalm B can burn for up to 10 minutes.
Featuring Levi Benton Of "Miss May I"
You can only hold your breath so long
Staring down the length of your lifeline alone
You've put a price on your neck
Loading the last of your ammo
This streak of deceit ends now
I've got five names in the grave
You've got every reason to be alarmed
When you see the fire in my eyes
You'll know that it’s the napalm
Strike!
This is every man for himself
There’s no cowards way out
This is every man for himself
This is every man for himself
There’s no time to waste
The next time you take a second to blink
You'll wake up to sky and 30 rounds in the face
There’s no time to breath
Every passing second is seconds closer to you bleeding
I've got to clear my head
This is a match to the death
No turning back when
It is every man for himself
Your numbers up
I've got the blood of eleven on my hands
Time to sit back