So yesterday I took my "new to me" German MG-42 over to my grandparents house after picking it up at the LGS. The LGS was crowded, very much so, and it was just a transfer so I didn't pop open the box and check it. Drove a few blocks to where my grandfather and grandmother live, so I could take some time going over everything.
I bring this big heavy box in, Grandpa is in the kitchen, Grandma is off at the hospital getting physical therapy.
"Hey grandpa.. you're gonna love this one."
When I pulled that MG42 out his face lit up like a 5 year old on Christmas morning. (He's 80, BTW)
We spent some time looking things over, and spent quite awhile talking about his dad, who served in Saipan, and uncle, who fought in the battle of the Bulge, and my grandma's brother who fought (and was wounded) on Okinawa.
Was a great conversation, but eventually I loaded it all up in my car and drove home.
I was home maybe 5 minutes when my 76 year old grandma rings my cell phone.
"Hey grandma!"
"Hey young man. I heard you bought yourself a new toy."
"Yup, big one."
"So when do I get to shoot it???"
I about choked myself giggling.
Man, I wish my generation was more like THEIR generation.
I bring this big heavy box in, Grandpa is in the kitchen, Grandma is off at the hospital getting physical therapy.
"Hey grandpa.. you're gonna love this one."
When I pulled that MG42 out his face lit up like a 5 year old on Christmas morning. (He's 80, BTW)
We spent some time looking things over, and spent quite awhile talking about his dad, who served in Saipan, and uncle, who fought in the battle of the Bulge, and my grandma's brother who fought (and was wounded) on Okinawa.
Was a great conversation, but eventually I loaded it all up in my car and drove home.
I was home maybe 5 minutes when my 76 year old grandma rings my cell phone.
"Hey grandma!"
"Hey young man. I heard you bought yourself a new toy."
"Yup, big one."
"So when do I get to shoot it???"
I about choked myself giggling.
Man, I wish my generation was more like THEIR generation.