An Ithica nonetheless...
My jealous face....
One day... You mark my words, one day I will have one as well...
Yeah. My Great-Uncle brought it back with him from the war. He was a flak gun mechanic and carried it daily. When he passed, my dad got it and then a few years back he gave it to me. I cleaned and oiled it. Then went out to one of my shooting spots, alone, to fire a few rounds and pay my respects to my Great Uncle that served and sacrificed for this country.
It means more to me than anything else I own.