Dad buying firearms like some folks buy crack....
My father's service weapon was a .30 caliber carbine. But he left that with the army when he was discharged. However....
My father is a very late bloomer gun-wise; he got his first one at age 73. He was 7-12 years old during WWII, so his childhood was dominated by the war. As long as I can remember, for 35+ years at least, he's looked towards the heavens & wistfully said how he's always wanted to have a Luger and a K98k. So, one day, after hearing this at least once a week for my whole life, I just got on his case, told him to get his Visa ready and to wait by the phone. I found him a K98k online, and then gave him the phone number. Since then, in the last two years, he's gone on a whopping buying spree. Aside from the K98k, he's bought a perfect P08 w/2 (!) numbers matching magazines, a cherry WWII P38, a mint Mauser HSc with original holster, mags & capture papers, and a nice .30 caliber Carbine. All of them are correctly numbered WWII items. Also, he's bought a dozen helmets, 15-20 German dress daggers, a Japanese battle flag, etc, etc, etc. And, every time he gets something else, he tells me "You know, no one else in the family cares about this stuff so it's all going to you when I die." He's said it so often that I even asked him if he was trying to make his death seem like an attractive prospect.
He also has a Yugo SKS that he insisted buying from me, 2 Marlin .22s, an H&R 949 & a Russian Makarov, also gotten from me.
Note: I visited with the SKS and he fell in love. He said "Leave it here and find a replacement. Here's a check. I want this! Just take the check and fill it out when you find what you want. I don't care, just leave the rifle here when you go back home. I'll pay; just leave it with me."
Dad has even gotten a CT carry permit and has said that the 949 or the Makarov are good night time dog-walking sidearms.
And my mother just sits, rolls her eyes, and says "I never thought that I'd be one of those people with 20 guns in the house and 5,000 rounds of ammunition. Well, it makes him happy & it gives him something to do now that he's retired. At least he's not hovering around me in the kitchen as much as he used to...."