One of my first posts was about the Garand – also known as “the rifle that goes ping” – and now I have one for real. I traded my Browning Citori for it, and while I haven’t fired it yet, I think it’s going to be great fun.
Yesterday as I was cleaning the stock and trigger group, I imagined some Army private sixty years ago (by the serial number, my rifle was manufactured in January 1945), sitting in the barracks or in a trench or some destroyed building in France, cleaning this very rifle…
I wonder where my M249 will be in sixty years? Probably melted down for scrap, I suppose. *snif*
Ah, yes, you’ve got to love those machines that go “Ping!”