My old man used to tell a story about one of these they found abandoned (the whole bomb, still in crate) at an airfield they moved to. They were constantly moving up as the situation dictated.
They were in pup tents and it was raining, so the rest of the guys (him to) began to take the crate apart for a dry floor for their tent(s). Soon enough the wood was gone and typical AAF (bored to tears most of the time) began to take apart the casing as well. Well, then the bomb-letts appeared.
He said they were stacked end to end (with a flat/cylindrical nose) up the tail of the next one. They had fins as well.
Soon they were laying about all over, and one "Jocko" type got the idea to throw one like a football. It didn't explode when it hit the mud so everyone thought they were duds. It became a game to see who could throw one the farthest/furthest?
Most got bored and moved on, till one day the "cook", a simpler than most individual imitated the rest with a new twist. He aimed at a tree. One evening, after he was done with mess duties he went back to the area to try again.
BOOM !
He hit and startled the entire camp. So much for the the dud theory. They found him standing about 25 feet away from a tree with a big chunk out of it, wide eyed and motionless.
It was determined that the roundness of the tree saved his life by sending the shrapnel everywhere but back at him.
The Colonel put an end to that & all other silly/stupid games.

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