They do talk to you, if you know how to listen

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    They do talk to you, if you know how to listen

    Late last evening I was sitting in my gun room, rubbing BLO into the stock
    of my \'93 Turk, when a heavily accented voice said \'Thanks for taking me out
    of the safe\'. Startled, I looked around for the source of the
    voice....started to get up, then heard the voice again, saying \'It gets
    pretty stuffy in there during the summer\'. At that point I realised that the
    voice was coming from the rifle in my lap! I almost threw the rifle on the
    floor, and would have if I hadn\'t noticed the weathered face of an old man
    superimposed on the action of the rifle! Trying to regain my composure, and
    not believing what I was seeing, I asked him who he was, what he was doing
    in my rifle, and what he wanted. He replied that he WAS the rifle, his name
    was Ajjiberon, and that he didn\'t really want anything, other than to talk
    with me. He told me that he and the others had wanted to talk with me for
    some time, but that I never gave them a chance to talk when I was handling
    them.

    I asked...\'the other who??'

    He replied \'the other guns in your collection\'. I just sat there for a
    minute, taking it all in....when he asked , \'Are you OK?'

    I said \'Sure....I\'m just sitting here, talking to a rifle.... that\'s talking
    back....TALKING BACK!!! Good grief! That Hoppes #9 must be getting to me!'

    'No....\', the old rifle said,'it\'s not the Hoppes....I\'m real and I\'m
    here....now, can you calm down enough to talk...and listen, for a spell?'

    \'I\'ll try\', I replied, \'But this is really strange!'

    \'Just listen for a few minutes\', he said, \'and you\'ll understand\'. \'OK\', I
    answered, \'go ahead ...

    \'\'As you can see, I\'m an old Mauser... I was made in Germany in 1895 for the
    Turkish Army, and was originally issued to\'.

    \'Wait a minute!'I interrupted,\'that is interesting stuff, but HOW CAN YOU TALK AND HOW ARE
    YOU....ALIVE????'

    \'Oh, I forgot about that'he said.'I guess I better cover that first!'

    \'Yeah\', I said, \'That would be nice!'

    'Well, let\'s see....when a gun is made, it is given a spirit, and that
    spirit stays with the gun until it is melted down or rusts away. The spirit
    has no power over the person that carries it, but can only observe events,
    and remember what the carrier sees and feels. If the spirit chooses, it can
    allow a new carrier to experience and understand what previous carriers
    experienced, with a reduced level of pain\'.

    \'PAIN?'I asked.

    \'Yes, the experience isn\'t real without some pain. It\'s really just enough
    to give the new carrier a deep appreciation of the event, not torment the
    carrier or anything\'.

    \'SHEESH! You mean to tell me....that you can ...more or less... take me back
    in time in your memories...and let me experience what the people that
    carried you experienced....just as if I was there.?'

    \'Yes....my memories, and those of the other guns in your collection.'

    \'I imagine that you, and a few of the others, have some pretty interesting
    memories.'

    \'We do\', he said. \'Would you like to see?'

    \'Pain....you said.....how much pain?'

    \'Enough to make the experience real\'.

    \'How much is that????'

    \'Enough to make you uncomfortable, but not enough to make you
    miserable...compared to what the original carrier experienced...it will be
    mild. And, if it gets to be too much for you, all you have to do is
    say...\'Enough!\'.

    \'So I can stop the experience at any time?'

    \'Yes'

    \'And right away the pain stops?'

    \'It stops immediately\'.

    I just sat there for a couple of minutes...thinking about what I might be
    getting into...what if I couldn\'t stop it??? What if the pain was so intense
    that I couldn\'t remember to say \'Enough\'? What if I... passed up this
    opportunity to see and feel what soldiers in days long ago experienced....At
    that moment I knew...I had to go...had to see and feel...to know...to hurt a
    little if need be...

    \'OK'I said. 'I\'d like to try it...if one of the rifles is willing\'.

    \'They all are'he said. \'Well, except for the Polish 44...he doesn\'t have
    any experiences to share except for those he has with you...when you spend
    over 40 years in deep storage packed in cosmoline, you don\'t experience
    much.'

    \'So I just, like, pick one?'

    \'That\'s all... just pick any one you would like.'

    \'OK...how about...my 1939 Tula , 91/30?'

    The cold suddenly went through me like a knife! No warning, no smoke or
    lights...it was instantaneous...as soon as I finished speaking my choice...I
    was there! I quickly looked around. I was on my knees in a stream or ditch
    with banks on either side...it was hard to tell because of all the
    snow...but one thing was certain...I was wet! ...and cold!....and Russian!.
    I don\'t know how I knew...but I knew...I was Russian....from a little
    village about a days'walk outside of Moscow. My uniform was ragged...it had
    bullet holes in it from the earlier battles of other, now dead, wearers.
    There were rags on my hands for warmth as I had no mittens...I hadn\'t felt
    my feet, or eaten, for two days...half of my time in the Army. There were
    two other men in the ditch with me...one on each side...they had no guns...I
    could hear artillery fire nearby....the sounds of a small-arms battle all
    around ...the smell of gunpowder...and death...and I was cold....and hungry
    ....and afraid. I was leaning, sort of laying, with my chest against the
    bank, rifle over the top edge, shouldered, looking for a target, with my
    feet and legs below the knees submerged in snow/water...the coldest water I
    have ever felt. The two guys with me were scared too ...I knew one of
    them...a friend from my village...he was talking constantly....I was trying
    to concentrate....find a target...I heard a loud POP!...something wet and
    warm sprayed my face...he stopped talking...I looked to my left at my
    friend...his eyes were vacant... there was a large hole over his right
    eye...as he slumped to the bottom of the ditch...I looked beyond him...and
    saw a German soldier with a K98...feverishly working the bolt to chamber a
    round...I felt the hatred well up inside me like a pot boiling over...I had
    never felt hatred like that...it came from deep within my Russian spirit
    ....I turned, swinging the rifle to my left, took quick aim...pulled the
    trigger as the German took aim...and nothing happened! Instantly, my rifles\'
    spirit told me that the firing pin was frozen in the bolt and wouldn\'t fire,
    I heard another POP!, and I felt a searing pain in my chest as the bullet
    passed through. As I fell, the man to my right reached for my rifle....I was
    suddenly with him...shouldering the rifle, and another bullet hit me,...the
    intensity was incredible... and the pain!...

    ENOUGH! I shouted ....ENOUGH!

    I was back in my gun room...looking down at the old man in my \'93
    Turk....shaking like a leaf...and crying...and he asked....are you OK?

    I just sat there for a minute...trying to calm down...trying to breath
    normally again...and said yes....I\'m OK.

    And he said...\'Honey...it\'s late..why don\'t you go to bed?'

    'What?'I said.

    'Honey....you fell asleep! Put that smelly old gun away and go to bed! You
    have to work tomorrow.'It was my wife. I looked down at the \'93 Turk...the
    old man was gone. I was still shaking....I must have been dreaming...WOW!
    What a dream!...I got up to put the old Turk away...water squished in my
    shoes....

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    Bravo3 man that was a great little story. I realy enjoyed reading.:kay:

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    Excellent story.

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    Nice one Bravo3, we like to hear more.

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