Grenades are great, the first time I held one was freaky though. The in briefing for grenade training starts with a grenade body (so no explosives or anything) being tossed into the middle of the platoon and the instructing Sergeant explaining how many of us just died, and how many are just injured. (Quite a few, we were packed into those bleachers tight!) so we've become keenly aware that these little orbs of pain are extremely dangerous, so fucking up in this particular case doesn't mean getting yelled at. It means your parents getting a "deeply regret" letter and a folded flag. When grenades are shipped, each grenade has a little house it lives in till it's taken out to be given to someone who's going to hurt things with it, well to save time the Marines issuing the grenades out had pulled the top halves of the houses off of all the grenades, they did this during set up about 4-5 hours earlier, this is Southern California in the summer. Those grenades are now WARM. Imagine, you're picking up an explosive device you know has the capacity to turn you into red mist, and it's warm. It was great, guys were kinda freaking out all over the place. One genius from another platoon actually asked if the grenade was warm because of the explosive charge.