Dads stepfather had a Luger and an MP40 that were brought back from the war. The Luger lived on his bedside cabinet and the MP40 was leaning against it, both were loaded all the time. As kids we knew not to touch them unless he gave them to us. We used to play with the Luger a lot but only ever got to handle the MP40 a couple of times.
He took to them both with a gas axe after a visit from the police who had come to the wrong house. From their front door you looked straight along the passageway to the bedroom so they were in view, he panicked and thought the cop must have seen them, took them to the railway workshop and cut them up then threw them in the harbour.
