MY great-grandfather died in 2002 and left behind a collection of his old WWII army uniform and equipment that he’d stored in his shed. My father kept what he could salvage but, sadly, it had been neglected for decades so the slouch hat, webbing, paperwork etc were moth-eaten and rotten.
His service rifle, however, had been properly put away in greased paper and so survived. Naturally, it was not registered and dad, who wasn’t a shooter, never did anything about it. The rifle was stored away again as a sort of awkward family heirloom and no one seemed to know what to do about it.
Eventually, after serving in the cadets in high school, I got my gun licence and pestered dad about great-grandpa’s service rifle, which I’d heard about…
