Shot at (Desert Storm, Somalia, Iraq). Exciting.
However, back when I was a teenaged Reservist (before Active Duty career), I was drinking with a buddy and we were emptying the powder out of blank 7.62 (M60) rounds. Don't ask me why. We were drinking I said. My buddy was in college ROTC at that time (he later enlisted in Active Duty) and stated that he had lugged these belted blank rounds on their little field training exercises, but had never fired any. Didn't even know what they sounded like.
Those immortal (dumb-ass) words escaped my mouth: "Check this out!"
I took a blank round in a pair of pliers and struck the end with a wrench.
"POW!!"
My ears were ringing loudly, and my hand stung like a son of a bitch. Shrapnel and powder burn. Found what remained of the exploded round about 15 feet away.
Emergency room tech commented that it almost looked like a shrapnel wound when he cleaned it up (I had told him I was goofing around and slipped in some gravel).
Have carried a nifty little scar on my left hand and knuckle for the last 28 years as a reminder of what a dumb-ass I was!