Well...this story is about a Japanese Grenade.....and a mean little kid.......when I was about 5 years old.....was down the street at a neighbors house when their son came home from WW2.....he was a Marine and had been on Iwo Jima........after the dust had settled a bit......he reached in his duffle bag..and gave me the Grenade....it was a small one...and he unscrewed it in front of my mother to allay her fears...he had dumped the powder..had no charge left in it at all.completely safe...the top had a small metal cover with a spring held in place by the usual grenade pin......so.....I took my "treasure" and ran home...coming in the living room...my 11 year old brother was on the couch eating a bowl of cereal....asked me what I had.....so excitedly I told him...."Mr Fryars son who is a Marine just came home from Iwo Jima and gave me this neat Japanese grenade....then.....I pulled the pin...and tossed it in his lap.....I can still see his face to this day and how he threw the cereal bowl straight up and took off running.........Geezzz....I wuz a mean widdle kid
(my youngest son has it now)