I set my pistol down, and got my breath back. Mark (my friend) was looking at me "I've been hit" I said. I looked at my shirt: no hole no blood. So, I unbuttoned my shirt...still no blood, and nothing on the white t-shirt. I pulled my t-shirt up to reveal an already purple spot just above my waistline. Looking at my brass belt buckle (yea, in those days I wore the big Cowboy-style belt buckles) and the top lip of it was curled toward inward. I looked on the ground, and found this at my feet:
I'm not sure the crease in the bullet was caused by my belt buckle, or by whatever the bullet hit. I am confident, however, that the belt buckle kept me from ending up in the ER that day having a slug removed.
I have kept it as a keepsake. If I can survive being shot on my wedding day, my marriage can withstand anything!
p.s. I told my "wife" on the way to the reception and handed her the bullet. She cried, but was happy I was still around, LOL.