My grand daddy had a Smith 1917. It was the greatest handgun in the world, of course, when I was seven or eight years old. He sold it off or swapped it at some point, and I was shocked to learn much later it was no longer a part of the family and further shocked to learn that it had always been in rather sad shape. Oh well.
I'm here to give and receive knowledge, not affirmation or adoration. If you don't like it, mierda dura
. Intellectual honesty is not for fragile egos.