We had a few BB gun fights in my day but Mostly we fought each other with bottle rockets and other fireworks including Roman candles, Saturn missile batteries and anything else that would fly & burn. No safety gear to speak of. My mom would just shake her head when I cane home with half my clothes burned off my body. We used to fight these kids from the other side of town but they gave up after I hit one of their group with a whistling bottle rocket that hit him straight in the chest and flew up underneath his chin and exploded there. They had no more heart after that. And for the rest of his school career he was known as “charcoal chin”.
Heady times.