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18th-century crowd control. The Ducksfoot pistol with firearm and weapon expert Jonathan Ferguson

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Brits Shoot Guns for the first time in TEXAS!

The difference between a Subject & a Citizen. A citizen knows how to use a gun properly! Grumpy

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I Have This Old Gun: Schmidt-Rubin 1911 Rifle

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Foreign Weapons at the Nazi’s “Atlantic Wall” By Tom Laemlein

World War II was the greatest clash of men and machines in human history. And yet despite the innovative engineering and all the human heroism on the battlefield, the engine of victory came down to industrial output, economics and logistics. In that light, it is somewhat amazing that the German military lasted as long as it did.

German soldiers man a Hotchkiss machine gun in a Tobruk pit on the Normandy coast prior to Operation Overlord. Image: Author’s collection

By 1944, Germany was critically short on manpower as well as the industrial capacity to supply their armies in the field. The Russian front consumed an outrageous amount of the Reich’s resources (estimates range up to almost 70% of all German casualties happening on the Eastern Front). Equipping the Atlantic Wall presented a huge challenge — and the Germans chose to spend their resources in the East, while economizing their defenses on the Western European coastlines.

German MG08/15 machine gun in a camouflaged beachside bunker. Image: Author’s collection

To make it work, the planners in Berlin needed to find the men to serve their cause, and weapons for them to use. The question of manpower was an exercise in careful allocation. The question of firepower was answered by Germany’s plentiful stocks of captured firearms from across Europe.

The Czech-made MG 30(t) started out as an aircraft machine gun. After Germany annexed Czechoslovakia, many of these guns were adapted for anti-aircraft work. Image: Author’s collection

One strategy for acquiring manpower for coastal defense brought captured Red Army conscripts from East to West. About 6% of the troops defending Normandy in 1944 were from the Caucuses and Central Asia and were Germany’s “Eastern Battalions.”

G.I.s were surprised to find German troops with Asian faces soon after the D-Day landings, and it was soon learned that the “Osttruppen” soldiers were former conscripts of the Soviet army that volunteered to fight alongside the Germans, or were otherwise coerced to serve the Germans to avoid the horrors of Nazi POW camps.

American soldiers test a German-modified Renault UE Chenillette armored carrier vehicle captured in France. A MG15 has been added to provide firepower for the airfield security vehicle. Image: NARA

In Germany’s bid to free up as much manpower as possible, these eastern troops were brought to the Atlantic coast to provide manual labor in building fortifications, and if needed, coastal defense duty. As it turns out, they had little motivation to fight against American or British troops — their hatred was reserved for Stalin and the Soviet commissars that had conscripted them years before. Consequently, their situation in Normandy was particularly confused, and their combat performance in Normandy was not impressive. Even so, the Osttruppen brought several interesting small arms with them to France — giving U.S. Ordnance men the chance to review certain firearms they never expected to encounter.

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Even today this rig would work pretty well!

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The ‘Perfect’ American Rifle That Made Every GI A Marksman

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Colt Combat Commander 45

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Divine Overkill By Jacob VanDeman

I’m one of nine boys and the son of a Southern Baptist preacher.

Being a pastor’s son gives you a unique perspective on a lot of things.

Growing up in Kentucky and southern Indiana, my father would round us up to head afield on Saturdays during the fall as religiously as we were rounded up for Sunday church. We were blessed with ample hunting opportunities from gracious farmers who were members of the small-town congregations where my father pastored.

Packing gear, weapons, nine boys, enough Little Debbie snacks to fuel nine boys, and sometimes wily bird dogs into a double cab Chevy with an extended bed and camper shell, looked exactly like you would imagine. If you have an expensive bed drawer/organization system and a rooftop camper, then you probably can’t even fathom the level of disorganization and chaos.

In the cab, we sat shoulder to shoulder and on laps with seat belts used sparingly. Between the warm bodies and the heater cranked on full blast to defrost the window, the cab got pretty toasty. Shedding layers of clothing while sandwiched between several brothers takes a unique set of skills. We also engaged in plenty of scraps. There wasn’t enough room to cock back and send a full-power fist, but we became skilled at applying pinpoint pressure with our knees, elbows, shoulders and heads—picture being in a scrum at a Rugby match or at the bottom of a pile fighting for a loose football. While we were acting like heathens, my father stayed cool and must have really been led by the Spirit, because I surely would have lost my shit dealing with so many knuckleheads in a confined space.

In contrast, the enclosed truck bed might as well have been the Four Seasons, although Motel 6 was probably more accurate. An assortment of duffels with clothes, bloody hunting vest, boots, boxes of ammo, tree stands and steps, bowcases, and loaded daypacks were spread across the bed. This made the perfect place for one or two lucky brothers to fully stretch out, even if you did occasionally get poked in the back with a metal tree step. The camper shell kept in some heat, but we still needed to wear our coveralls to stay cozy.

I have many fond memories from that time, like accidently spilling a bottle of fox piss (popular cover scent of that time) into the enclosed camper shell. Or the time we got food poisoning at a small-town Dairy Queen before cramming into a small 10×10 room like sardines and waking up in the middle of the night, vomiting uncontrollably on ourselves and each other (I have PTSD from this occurrence). However, one story stands out the most.

We were crossing over a river on an old railroad bridge while squirrel hunting, not having much luck, and asked my father if we could take some practice shots on any songbird or living creature within sight. I vividly remember my father firmly telling us, “Boys, we don’t just kill things to kill things…”

Almost before he could finish his sentence, and much to our surprise, he swiftly raised up his walnut-stocked 10/22 and proceeded to unload an entire magazine on a water snake swimming across the river. You could see each impact and it was clear he was making contact with almost every shot, sending the snake into an involuntary convulsive dance like the scene from Scarface. Even in our bloodthirsty eyes, it seemed like pretty obvious overkill.

He calmly finished his sentence, “…except snakes. Snakes are cursed by God and to be crushed under our feet.”

I learned two very valuable lifelong lessons that day:

1. We are stewards of life and should take this responsibility very seriously.

2. When face to face with the enemy, we do not hesitate to confront it head on with authority and a full magazine.

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Shooting an original 18th century hunting rifle

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A Metropolitan Parks Commission Colt Model 1908 .380 ACP

This gun was part of what became the Boston Mass. P.D. Grumpy