Its vandalism of the worst kind! OK, maybe not so bad.
Back in the early to mid 1970s I had a nice M60 I got from the guy across the hall. He was a cop and worked rotating shifts. My wife was a 2nd shift nurse at the hospital. The insulting part was he sold me the 60 one day when he needed money in the worst way. I offered to loan him the $100 he needed, but he didn't want the gun. It was a great deal (he was a good friend)so I handed over my private stash of a $100 bill. Little did I know he was buying another M60, this one with a factory polish from the mid 1960s. I felt cheated, his M60 was shiny, mine was kind of dull. So the first kid was young and I had to sit with him in the evenings. I took to polishing. A few hours by hand each night. And I made really good progress using automobile rubbing compound. So I moved to white compound and continued my work. Soon my gun was a bright as his.
Then I stopped the handwork and went to a cloth wheel on a dremel tool. It got even flashier! So time and money intervened, other guns caught my eye, and like Puff the Magic Dragon, it just sat in a drawer, forgotten and neglected. Then the buddy that sold it to me up and died! Terrible turn of events. He'd been a good friend for a long time. It brought the gun back into focus.
I even remember clearly one evening when he came across the hall, bored, and wanted something to do. Like young guys often do, our stomachs came into play. There was a restaurant a few blocks away that served strawberry pie. Just great stuff. And then I realized my little one had never even tasted it. We were all game for a hike, so over the hill we went. Whenever I think of Mike Lemon I think of the M60 and strawberry pie. So when the fool died on me, I got mad and gave the M60 away. OK not as bad as it sounds. I gave it to my son who thought he was the greatest guy on earth.
Go read the thread in the lounge about what happens to your guns when you die. This is one I gave away to make sure it went where I wanted it to go. No missteps, its where it needs to be. Son understands why he got it.
And don't cry for me. If I look hard enough, maybe I'll find another M60 to replace it. One from the golden era of M60s with a 400,000s serial.