And you abused it, son...You misunderstand freedom boy...
Sounds like you really could give two ****s about “Unkie”, to me.I can see you guys will never get it.
And we can see you won’t, either.
Yes, I could have bought a scout rifle, but then it wouldn't have been Unkie's rifle.
Silly. It’s not “unkies” rifle anymore. You destroyed that rifle.
I, we, this family, could give two ****s about the rifle, or person who Unkie got it from in Italy... Just that he survived the war, and came home to us. Hell, I only got to know him for the last 14 or 15 years of his life. NOW the rifle will have some meaning. Now it's not just something to look at on the wall, but to use in the woods, and in doing so Unkie will walk with whoever is carrying it. THAT is the value, not dollars.
This will never be sold, so don't worry yourself that it's only worth a couple hundred now.
If “Unkie” is walking with anyone, he’s probably griping about them screwing with the gun he brought back, not being able to hunt with an iron sighted Mauser like a real man, and telling you to grow up and quit calling him “Unkie”.
The rifle will have meaning. But not the meaning it used to have.
But hey. It’s yours. You enjoy the crap out of it, and quit worrying about what everyone thinks of your silly gun and your silly attempt to get some social media cred for standing up to the old guys and telling them how the real world works.
I mean, we don’t know the man....maybe “Unkie”s name is really Bubba, and he’d have been the one asking you to hold his beer while he got the hacksaw going.
Have a nice day now, y’all just run on along...