Our church had the Lord's Supper on Sunday. Traditionally, we have tables around the Worship Center with the bread and juice. Whenever you feel ready, you get up and go get some from the deacons passing it out. During the time of quiet music and reflection, I stood up to get in line. Two friends were still praying and I had to stretch my legs a bit to get past them. I lost my balance and cracked my knee against that little box thingy on the chair in front of us that holds the Bible and pens, etc.
I don't have a war wound (sadness!)
But it's still very sore =(