I like this story. It touches upon my life & the reason I'm here. My father was a pilot in WWII, an excellent woodsman & an all-around fun guy. He passed away a month ago & I'm finding myself wanting to do all the things we did together when I was a kid. Camping, basketball, & shooting, among others. My two brothers & I each received one of dad's guns. I received his Smith & Wesson 357M & now practice at the range every weekend. I wear his coat too. I feel like he's still with me, in my heart. I doubt I'll ever need to protect myself with this gun, but it's very comforting to me nonetheless.
Last edited by IronGeek; March 18, 2005 at 06:39 PM.