Back in the 1960's, a friend of the family married a soldier that was stationed at nearby Ft. Campbell KY. He was sent to Vietnam, and wrote back to his wife and told her to buy him a pistol and send it to him. His wife's father knew my dad was always trading guns, so he asked him to find a pistol for them. Dad found a 38 snubby, the make I do not know, and they sent it to the soldier.
That was all of the story that I knew at the time. Fast forward a number of years, and this guy is out of the army, and he and his wife are attending our church, where he later becomes the pastor. I asked him about the story, and he said what happened was that his platoon had been attacked and overrun, and that the gooks had shot a number of the wounded Americans, and he then decided he wanted a concealable gun.............just in case. Thankfully he never had to use it.
