My godmother is from Vietnam, and she grew up in the years right after the Vietnam war. She lived on a farm with her brother, her parents, and her uncle (who was roughly her age).

One day, she and her uncle were out playing at the edge of the property, and they found a shiny metal thing in the ground. He dug it out and brought it to the house so everyone could have a look at it. When everyone was about four feet away (and my godmother was right in front of him, about two feet away), he turned it over.

It was a bomb from the war.

He got blown to pieces in front of her at 8 years old. She received burns to about 25% of her body, and there was shrapnel in her arms, legs, stomach, face, you name it. She spent months in the hospital and still has some of the scars. The rest of her family got away with minor burns and shrapnel.

Incidentally, her injuries (combined with her heritage - she was likely the product of a soldier raping a Vietnamese woman, and she ended up with blonde hair and blue eyes) resulted in her dropping out of school and coming to America some years later.

TL;DR: Godmother and her uncle were playing in a field in Vietnam, found a bomb, uncle got blown up and she got burnt and covered in shrapnel.