When I was stationed at Ft Bliss, TX (El Paso) we had a junior Warrant Officer (I'll just refer to him as Mr. X) assigned to my platoon who was our unanimous pick for the next "Darwin Award" winner - we were that sure that he would kill himself sometime soon.
So one day Mr. X and his crew chief were out "joy riding" across the desert in an OH-58, coming back from a cross-country, when the crew chief spotted a coyote running down below them. Mr. X decided it would be fun to drop down really low and chase it for a while. Everything was fine until the coyote ran up a sand dune and Mr. X somehow managed to just barely clip the coyote with his main rotor blade... Blood and guts everywhere, and the rotorwash and sand dune placement ensured that a bunch of it wound up on Mr X and his crew chief (who where flying with the doors removed due to the heat) - not to mention all over the helicopter. Both main rotor blades had to be replaced, and Mr. X "should" have been severely reprimanded for flying it home instead of landing immediately and calling for help...
Somehow, our Mr X didn't lose his wings over that incident, but was in the dog-house - big time - with the CO, who assigned him to "Duty" every other night for about 3-4 weeks... So one night, he was assigned as Officer of the Day (OD), and was called by the Field Officer of the Day (FOD) to come sit in for him while the FOD went to inspect the guard detail at the ammo dump. So, Mr. X was sitting in the Regimental Commander's office, wearing his Smith & Wesson pistol in a shoulder holster, when he noticed that the Colonel had a really cool western gunslinger-style holster and ceremonial pistol mounted to a plaque on the wall.
The temptation was just to great for our Mr. X... He takes the gunbelt off the plaque and straps it on, admiring himself in the full-length mirror, then drops his Smith & Wesson into the holster, and begins practicing his "quick-draw" while watching himself in the mirror... After a few tries, he's getting faster and faster, until finally he slaps leather, aims at himself in the mirror, and... accidentally pulls the trigger - forgetting that his pistol was loaded. He shot the Colonel's mirror, and the bullet passed through the thin wall into the outer office, where an NCO was stationed. The bullet passed through the chair he was sitting in (fortunately missing the NCO who was leaning over trying to see what was going on in the Colonel's office), and then "killed" the Colonel's fax machine. (This was back in the days when fax machines were VERY expensive and somewhat of a novelty. The Regimental Commander was VERY proud of his fax machine - almost as proud as he was about the pistol and gunbelt that General Patton (!) had given him as a very junior officer when he served as Patton's aide.)
Mr. X survived killing the coyote, but he did not survive playing with the Colonel's gunbelt, killing the Colonel's fax machine, and almost killing the duty NCO... We had to hear the story from the duty NCO, because none of us ever saw Mr. X again...

