Growing up, my dad had a Luftwaffe pilot’s pistol. It was a Sig 32 auto, adorned with the swastikas and complete with an engraved holster. It was pristine and shot well. He promised it to me,but traded it off a couple years before I turned 18. I did get a really sweet Ruger 44 magnum carbine out of the deal, but I never really forgave him. Ghosts of Christmas past...
That was the ultimate betrayal.
Our family had an old officer’s Luger, a war trophy with the name of the officer inscribed on the slide (toggle, actually).
When Uncle Pat died, I tried to lay hands on it. I never could locate it in the estate. It is all I wanted.
I weep for that one, too.
I did, however, get ahold of the old Nazi SS helmet, so there was SOMETHING.
The helmet had a nice schrapnel ding on it. I imagine that particular explosive dented the helmet and killed the owner.