I had so much old military junk that it was pathetic, not that much of it stuck to me.
For example, a surplus store down on the Portland, Oregon waterfront caught fire and was a total loss.
When they posted a demolition notice for the place, I and most of the kids in my neighborhood raided what was left and hauled off dozens of boltless rifles, billy clubs, machetes, .50 caliber dummy rounds and whatever interested us.
We were probably quite a sight: pedaling en mass through the night, draped in armaments, munitions and military paraphernalia... .
It was all gone within a year except for a machete with a slightly melted handle.
It got cached along the Rogue River Trail and subsequently disappeared.