Ah, P-38s...The preferred guns of my youth. Cheap, available, reliable and having panache.
In 1962, I got my first one from Bob Y. who is now deceased. Bob was the guy that taught me the "fundamentals" of gun collecting. Like, "see those numbers? They are there for a reason."
Got my first P-38 from him, a trade for an SS marked helmet..that stuff was as common as pig tracks in Middle Georgia, circa 1950's-60's.
Got a little older, bought my first Luger, from that point the P-38 was always "second fiddle".
Starting dating this sweet thing, she had loads of money too..and we went shooting one Saturday afternoon outside Dahlonega, Ga.
(In those days, students could have and keep firearms on campus; ammo was required to be secured)
Sez she, "Well, I like this one best!"
That would have been the P-38
"Why?"
"Well I can tell if I have a shot left. And the hammer is neat."
We had little except carnal involvement from that point and in a few short months, she disappeared from my life. Her observations were, unquestionably correct, how ever, her conclusion was dead wrong. Wonder what happened to her?
I suspect that some dummocrats will come to the same conclusion.
I have always seen that as a singular omen.
Tom A
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