I went to my friend's house north of Detroit. His kids were having a BBQ, and there were a ton of loud younger guys there bragging. One said I have a "Nine M M." I asked what kind of 9 millimeter it was. He replied "It is not 9 millimeter, it is a Nine M M." Another guy popped up and said, "Well I have a 44 Magnum." I said that was cool, and asked who made it. He looked frustrated and said, "It's a FORTY FOUR MAGNUM." I let it drop. Big second topic was snowmobiles and who could jump the furthest. One of them was later paralyzed doing just that.
A story the reverse way - My dad served as marksmanship instructor for his Special Forces unit in the early '60s, after serving in the 82nd. The SF unit would use the USMC range at Camp LeJeune fairly often as it was convenient to get range time. The unit was training with 1911s. Dad was observing, along with a grizzled old USMC Colonel in charge of the range. One soldier came back to the armorer, and complained "This old worn-out 1911 is junk. It won't shoot. I want a 1911A1." The pistol was exchanged and off he went. A few minutes later dad saw the Marine colonel go over quietly and pick up the old 1911. He ran a target out to 25 yards, and proceeded to blow the center out of the bull. The colonel did not say a word, and returned the pistol to the armorer's rack. Dad has often told me, "Those Marines can shoot." I have considered myself very fortunate to have been taught by my dad, and instructed in nice firearms.
A story the reverse way - My dad served as marksmanship instructor for his Special Forces unit in the early '60s, after serving in the 82nd. The SF unit would use the USMC range at Camp LeJeune fairly often as it was convenient to get range time. The unit was training with 1911s. Dad was observing, along with a grizzled old USMC Colonel in charge of the range. One soldier came back to the armorer, and complained "This old worn-out 1911 is junk. It won't shoot. I want a 1911A1." The pistol was exchanged and off he went. A few minutes later dad saw the Marine colonel go over quietly and pick up the old 1911. He ran a target out to 25 yards, and proceeded to blow the center out of the bull. The colonel did not say a word, and returned the pistol to the armorer's rack. Dad has often told me, "Those Marines can shoot." I have considered myself very fortunate to have been taught by my dad, and instructed in nice firearms.