anglaispierre
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My dad died when I was quite young, but shooting was not a big thing in the UK, so I don't think he would ever have introduced me to it. However, shortly after he died my family visited an uncle on his farm. He had a rifle which he forgot to hand in after the war. He also had a box full of empty cartridge cases. My brothers and I played on the lawn, loading the empties and "shooting" each other. One of the empties looked a bit different. We showed it to my uncle. It was a live round. Ouch!!!!
We never played with that gun again. Don't know what the rifle was.
No-one plays with my guns.
We never played with that gun again. Don't know what the rifle was.
No-one plays with my guns.