Seemed like an appropriate time and day to take my 1911 out to the range. One of the guys brought out his '17 Enfield (build date 7-'17), and at 11 am we both fired off a volley. I was on the pistol range, at 15 yards.
Awesome. Was thinking about Armistice day. Is it just me or does everyone feel some weird connection to war and battles? I feel like the movie Patton where he is a reborn soldier looking over the battlefield. I have never served but I always have this weird connection somehow. Odd feeling. I have the utmost respect for veterans. God bless you all.