For a couple of months now Anthony has been wanting an M1 Garand, a WWII gun. He got some money for Christmas and that is what he wanted to spend it on. As a surprise, Tony took a day off to drive to Alabama to get him this gun. He had the option of purchasing it through the mail but you're not guaranteed to get the model you want that way. Anthony was sure that he wanted WWII era. So, what would any good Daddy do? Take the day off, go to Alabama, and handpick the gun with the matching Springfield parts and the serial number consistent with the ones used in WWII, of course. He drove over 8 hours but still made it home before Anthony got home from school.
My plan was to hide it so that I could get a good picture of him when he saw it. That certainly didn't happen. He walked in the front door and it was almost like a magnetic reaction. He was drawn to this gun standing in the corner of our dining room.
Happy? Ya think?
This made his day. His week. Who am I kidding? His YEAR!
I was very surprised at how heavy that thing is! I wouldn't have wanted to carry that across Europe. Or across the yard for that matter.
And then they were gone. They had to go shoot it.
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