Saturday did turn out to be The Day of the .45. Didn’t plan it that way, it just worked out.
Posts on both guns to come as soon as the cedar stops trying to kill me and I can get some better photos. But that’s 100+ years of history right there.
Saturday did turn out to be The Day of the .45. Didn’t plan it that way, it just worked out.
Posts on both guns to come as soon as the cedar stops trying to kill me and I can get some better photos. But that’s 100+ years of history right there.
I read your post about the older guns that you got to handle, some coming from a couple of very important men, who were responsible to our gun development, and the continued movement to make even better guns, and I understand you. I felt the same way when I stood in front of the Eisenhower Memorial, where his body was entombed, under a huge slab of marble. Nobody had to tell us to maintain silence or respect, it was just like it was in the air. I was 9 at the time, and just felt a huge hand of respect rest on my shoulders, as if I was in the midst of greatness. It was not a scary feeling, but rather a feeling that I stood near someone who was a part of the larger part of the nation that few ever will experience. And I was grateful in my heart for not only having been there, but for having men such as him, to be part of the country. I felt pride for knowing that we were made of men like that. I know, such a strange thing for such a young age, but it felt as if I were just filled with warmth and light.
Looking at the guns you bought, they remind me of how individual men fought for our freedom. Not great armies, but great armies made up of individual men, willing to give their all, including their lives, if need be, for an idea, that of our way of life, to protect all that we love. I think that those types of men, and women, still exist, and would willingly lay down their lives if need be, for the ideals that make his nation still the best thing going on earth. I know that the age of 62, I would still go if called. There are always some things worth your life.
The CMP M1911A1 is my fault.
He emailed me to “blame” me.
I can’t lie. I’ll take the “blame” for this!
Congrats, Man!
Mr. McThag speaks the truth, and I’ll be discussing that in more detail (and thanking him) when I do the write-up on the 1911.
But, yes, I would not have gotten this gun if it wasn’t for McThag.