We had a surplus place here for years.
Nuts, bolts, headlights for military trucks, trench parascopes, all kinds of neat junk.
Anyway, there were m14 mags everydarnwhere. Boxes of them, and scattered amongst
everything. That was in the early eighties, I was a young kid.
By 2000, I was wishing I had spent my nickles on those "old junk mags".
