Just a old used m10. Nothing special here. Carried lot shot very little. The inside looks new. The outside, well they used Sumpthin too abrasive to get the red stuff off. The ejector rod backed out and they used a screwdriver to try to open the cylinder. The m10 refused judging by the marks on the frame. Somebody figured it out and it's not harmed. There is the remnants of a beautiful deep blue on the barrel. This m10 looks like the many m10's the old heads used to carry. Megee pointing his m10 at a suspect fleeing in a car and the guy stopped! Firgy, his hand on his orange tinted m10 telling the suspect "boy I'm scared too death of knives so if ya don't drop that knife I'll kill you" and he did. I mean drop the knife. I remember the pile of m10's in the armory. I remember when cops left the revolvers and went to auto loaders the m10's were in piles on the gun show tables. One pile $100.00. Next pile $110.00. Next pile $125.00 take your pick. We would walk by saying "who wants a m10". Castaways from another time. Unwanted then but valued and relied upon in their time, fondly remembered now. I know I'm telling stories after school. It is a little special to me. It is a connection to a passed time in my life and a birth year gun for me. Now every year on my birthday me and this m10 is gonna go shooting as part of the festivities.
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