Years ago, I answered an add in the local want ad paper for a Colt 1911. The Colt had been sold when I called but the seller said he had some other guns for sale, one was a P08 Luger. I asked him to hold it for me and made about a 2 hour drive to get it. When I got there, another guy was coming out of the house with his arms full of guns - including an M1 carbine and related militaria. He scowled at me like I was ruining his day! I went inside and met the fellow selling the guns, Ernie D. was his name. He asked if I was the guy who came for the Luger and I said I was. He told me that the fellow just leaving was rather sore that he was holding the pistol for me and I said I could tell. The other guy also got a P38. He reached up on shelf and brought it down, holster and all. It was in excellent condition with all parts matching as well as both magazines but the holster showed some wear. Ernie then proceeded to tell me how he acquired it. "I was in Europe during WW2 and we were fighting in the Battle of the Bulge. Me and the Lt. were out driving in a jeep when we decided to stop and smoke a butt. After a couple of drags, we heard some rumbling coming up the road so we drove the jeep off into the brush at the side of the road and readied ourselves with the bazooka. Around the bend comes a German half track so the Lt. lets a rocket fly and hits the half track which stopped it dead. The Lt. then told me to go check it out to see if there were any survivors. So I ran over with my carbine and looked inside and of course they were all dead. I saw the Luger on the belt of the officer so took my knife and cut the belt and took the pistol."
I bought some other pieces from him but none with that kind of story. He was an interesting guy and an unsung hero. Ernie succumbed from pancreatic cancer a couple of months later.