My favorite gun is one I've never shot, and probably never will. It's an original Walther PPK in .32 ACP, vintage of 1941.
Its previous owner was a WWII P-47 fighter pilot. He kept it as a personal protection piece during his stint in the European theater. I don't know if he had it on him when he had to bail out of his plane that was put out of commission by intense flack, but I think he probably did. He kept this gun as a memento of his wartime experience until he died at age 96 in 2019. I was proud to be his guardian on an Honor Flight visit to Washington DC a few years before his death.
Here's a photo of Dick Plowden as a young lieutenant with his P-47 during the war, standing with his crew chief.
And here's Dick well into his 90s showing off his PPK and a scale model of a P-47, painted in his unit's color scheme. Dick was then a retired USAF Lt. Colonel.
When Dick passed away, his lawyer called me and said that he had a gift that was willed to me by Dick. It was his PPK.
So you asked if I have a favorite gun. I do have a number of candidates for that, but on reflection, this one stands out - a gift from a good friend that I miss a lot. He was a member of the Greatest Generation.
And like me now, he twisted and turned in disbelief and chagrin at how his beloved country was unbelievably turning into something unrecognizable. I will always treasure his thoughtful gift as a reminder of a brave man.
John