When I was going to Vietnam, I told my dad, a WWII Combat Veteran of what I planned to do. He said,
"Don't buy a .25 cause,
if you buy it, you might carry it,
and if you carry it, you might get brave and
pull it on someone, and if you pull it on someone,
you might pull the trigger, and if you
pull the trigger it might go off, and if it goes off,
you might accidently hit someone and if you hit someone,
they are going to be real mad and will probably kick your,
butt." Needless to say, I didn't buy a .25, but I did pick up
a nice GP35 in Fayettville and the armorers on Smoke Bomb Hill parkarized it for me. Gave it to my dad, before I left for Vietnam. I picked up another pistol in Nha Trang when I got in country. I have a .25acp now that I was given by a friend's widow when he passed away. Safe Queen.
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