My first was a WWII souvenir Walther PP, with holster that had the late owners name penciled inside the flap.
It was given to me by a family friend who had been an infantry officer who fought through North Africa and the Italian campaign. He took it from a Wehrmacht officer whoi, as he tolds me, "no longer needed it."
I never got to shoot it. Someone who knew I had it broke into our house and tried to steal it, and my mother immediately sold it to a pawn shop.
I never entirely forgave her for that, but I was a kid.
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Oh well, what the hell.
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