Here are some last minute stocking stuffers for your good little boys and girls.
Around 1966 or so my Dad was posted to Fort Carson, Colorado. I was eight years old. Saturday morning cartoons hadn’t started yet, so as soon as breakfast was wolfed down I was out of the house and would stay out until dark. The Rule was, “The street lights come on, you come home.” So what does a neighborhood full of Army brats do? Play war or course. Everyone had cowboy cap guns and holsters and we MADE machine gun looking toys from wood nailed together. The most coveted weapon was the Tommy Gun. Of course I had one. I’m an only child. Sharing is someone else’s problem.
Not being a civilian, I didn’t get the detective set. For a pistol, I had a full sized, plastic M1911 .45. That one was so life like that Dad took it on maneuvers so he wouldn’t have to check a real one out of the armory. I was really pissed that he lost all the bullets for it on one bivouac. I still picture Dad in my mind hosing away with plastic bullets.
Yes, I was that small.
We would spend ALL DAY chasing each other around the NCO quarters. Once we took on the Officers’ kids in a huge battle with maybe 100 kids. We took prisoners. We had medics. We’d argue about muzzle velocity and effective cover and come to blows over who shot who first.
Then came the ultimate weapon….
Yeah, I got one of those too. It didn’t last long. All the grenades and other shoot ’em stuff disappeared. It got disassembled so much it couldn’t be put back together. In the end, the pistol part soldiered on alone.