Funny story... After my father got out of the Air Corps, he was asked to be best man for a good friend's wedding. (Judge Jack Jackels, Green Bay, WI) Both my father and Jack were pilots in the Pacific. Jack served out of Tinian flying B-29's. Dad flew B-29's out of Guam.
They were also law school buddies at Marquette University.
Anyway Jack's bride to be was nervous because her old boyfriend threatened to come into the Catholic church where the wedding was taking place, and disrupt the wedding. Dad told Jack things would be alright.
The day of the wedding came and the groom was still very nervous about this guy wreaking havoc on the wedding. My father turned to Jack and said, "I've got everything under control." With that he opened up his tux tcoat and showed Jack his holstered service.45 underneath the tux jacket. Jack turned three shades of white. They talked about that for years.
What made it more remarkable was that both dad and Jack were very devout Catholics, so it makes the story even more amusing.
Dad had that .45 for years. My brother and I would take it to the local dump and shoot rats. We once used some service bullets that turned out to be tracers. It surprised the hell out of us!
Har, good wedding story! And bet those tracers surprised the hell out of those rats! "Why, what's th..."