My dad picked up a 3 digit German Luger on Normandy. In Pittsburgh growing up, every kid on the block played with war souvenirs in the street. The garbageman tried taking it from me and I never brought it outside again. My dad gave it to his brother, when we moved to NY, who sold it.
I would get shot playing with it now. It's incredible how differently we were raised as opposed to the world now. It was like everyone was asleep at the wheel. I sure had fun, though.
Here's my little friend:
My first Pic attempt is tiny. Hmmm...