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There's a couple of guns here that don't belong to me, but I've grown rather fond of.
One of them is Willard's Mauser-made Luger.
That gun bears the marks of East German police from the same district as Checkpoint Charlie.
Unlike Willard, I passed through Checkpoint Charlie before The Wall came down.
It captures my nostalgia.
I was likely in this pistol's presence in 1989 when I noticed the holsters had to be Luger holsters and even nudged my buddy, Fred about it.
The nostalgia is enhanced by Fred getting murdered before I could really reconnect with him post-service.
It's not my pistol. It's Willard's. But I like hanging on to it for him because I miss my other friend.
Emotions and shit, I know.
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