feralmerril
Absent Comrade
I well remember the day my uncle eldon hitched a ride home when discharged after the end of the war. He dumped his war bag out on the floor. In it was a polish radom, lugar, P-38 walther, and a browning .32. Each one was like new with the holsters, tools and extra magazines. Much later I inherited all but the walther. That night dad asked me to pick a favorite. For some reason I choose the radom. Dad traced it on a board, sawed it out and even done farther detail carveing on it and gave it to me. I was uncle eldons heir and found his "permission slips" signed by some officer to legaly bring them home. Here is the lugar. Also a couple old pictures of him.



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