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I have always enjoyed just about everything that I've shot. I'm your age and my wife and I still go out regularly and blow holes in targets. As an aside, I was exposed to a great many weapons during my time in the Marines. I was actually able to fire a Thompson Sub Machine gun and I got a real charge out of doing that. In my day, we trained with everything that the VC may have had in their arsenal and that included AK's, SKS, French 8MM Lebel, Moisins and everything else. I got to live a real dream by shooting all the guns that I did.
I saw a Thompson fired for a function test. 12 magazines of 30 rounds were fired one after the other on full auto. Each mag was fired non-stop for the full 30 rounds. The gun functioned flawlessly and was then set down to cool. An arrogant jerk came over and snatched the gun up by the barrel. I could hear his flesh crackling like bacon in a hot skilled. He screamed and the gun pinwheeled through the air. I was amazed at how high the gun went. I'd say 12 or 15 feet.
His hand was cooked. We patched him up and he put on a brave face. He was the local leader of a company of enemy militia forces. We happened to arrive at the shooting site at the same. His boys and mine. We called a temporary truce but it was pretty tense. I don't know if he got the use of his hand back or not. He lost face in front of the boys but I admired how he handled the pain in front of the troops. That tommy gun was mighty doggone hot. His hand was a real mess.
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