I used to have a T-shirt with this slogan on it, though it didn't have a hand grenade. Instead, it had a picture of Uncle Sam.
Which makes it seem like as good a time as any to jam out to "U. S. Blues":
His judgment could not be faltered. His defenders had lost sight of Robben, his goalkeeper was frozen to his line, and everything depended on Mascherano’s timing that interception to perfection. A fraction either way, and he risked making contact with the Dutchman, who is known for his, shall we say, unsure footing in the penalty box.