Gift of the year...
You Sure, Man?
Years and Years ago, when I moved back to Texas from California, LBG, my friend from college and a might before, (See: Satan's Sisters pg. 409 Ch.17 Para. 4) renewed our friendship within days of me settling in. Rest is history.
Shortly after I moved back, I took LBG out to the range. He had a Blast. Did well, too. No bad shooting habits to break because he was a clean slate. A 'Natural'. I was more excited about him doing that well and enjoying the experience than my own natural pleasure of range time.
A bit later, I picked up a Beretta 92FS in a variant closest to the USMC M9 at a gun show in Richardson. I gave this to LBG for Christmas.
He accepted the gift with excitement. He got accessories for it (LBG get accessories for a big item? Go figure). But the pistol was kept in the closet for the duration. Till now.
You see, Stodgy, that freak stuck in a bunker somewhere near fallujah, Iraq, is reduced to wearing a WWII era shoulder holster for his sidearm. I quickly rectified the situation by purchasing two Israeli shoulder holster rigs; one for him and one for a buddy's bro in law. As it turns out, the buddy couldn't send the second rig to his In Law, so I was stuck with it. I couldn't give it away.
How about you, LBG? Nah, the thing just sits in the closet as it is.
How about your Fiance'? Nah, I don't think she would accept so extravigant a gift.
How about one of your Marines, Stodgy?
Nah, they all got here before me and got all their own stuff.
I was seriously contemplating putting the thing into a box and sending it to an address on AnySoldier.com, a care package company.
Then I got the Holsters. I'm unpacking them and putting them together when LBG comes into the room and hands me a lockbox. The Beretta.
It's yours, man.
You sure?
Yeah, take it. It's not going to the new house.
You Sure?
Yep.
Wow.
Firearms were never LBG's gig, I guess. I am not judgemental and respect both his tastes and principles. It was a matter of both. LBG can be proud to boast a line from Quigley: Down Under, however:
No, Sir. I never said that.
I said I never had much use for one.
I never said I didn't know how to use one.
Long story short, I got one hell of a gift, today.
Years and Years ago, when I moved back to Texas from California, LBG, my friend from college and a might before, (See: Satan's Sisters pg. 409 Ch.17 Para. 4) renewed our friendship within days of me settling in. Rest is history.
Shortly after I moved back, I took LBG out to the range. He had a Blast. Did well, too. No bad shooting habits to break because he was a clean slate. A 'Natural'. I was more excited about him doing that well and enjoying the experience than my own natural pleasure of range time.
A bit later, I picked up a Beretta 92FS in a variant closest to the USMC M9 at a gun show in Richardson. I gave this to LBG for Christmas.
He accepted the gift with excitement. He got accessories for it (LBG get accessories for a big item? Go figure). But the pistol was kept in the closet for the duration. Till now.
You see, Stodgy, that freak stuck in a bunker somewhere near fallujah, Iraq, is reduced to wearing a WWII era shoulder holster for his sidearm. I quickly rectified the situation by purchasing two Israeli shoulder holster rigs; one for him and one for a buddy's bro in law. As it turns out, the buddy couldn't send the second rig to his In Law, so I was stuck with it. I couldn't give it away.
How about you, LBG? Nah, the thing just sits in the closet as it is.
How about your Fiance'? Nah, I don't think she would accept so extravigant a gift.
How about one of your Marines, Stodgy?
Nah, they all got here before me and got all their own stuff.
I was seriously contemplating putting the thing into a box and sending it to an address on AnySoldier.com, a care package company.
Then I got the Holsters. I'm unpacking them and putting them together when LBG comes into the room and hands me a lockbox. The Beretta.
It's yours, man.
You sure?
Yeah, take it. It's not going to the new house.
You Sure?
Yep.
Wow.
Firearms were never LBG's gig, I guess. I am not judgemental and respect both his tastes and principles. It was a matter of both. LBG can be proud to boast a line from Quigley: Down Under, however:
No, Sir. I never said that.
I said I never had much use for one.
I never said I didn't know how to use one.
Long story short, I got one hell of a gift, today.
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