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HK USC 45

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Houston Armory H300IC .300 blackout

Houston Armory H300IC .300 blackout

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Colt 1921 .45 ACP caliber rifle. Manufactured by Colt Mfg. in Hartford, CT. between August 29-September 17, 1921. Originally sold by Von Lengerke and Antoine to Howard Curtis in Rock Island, IL., then on December 17, 1928 for a Mr. Meeker and finally to the Police Department in Rock Island, IL on April 27, 1929. Serial #4291. Class III item.

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British L59A1 drill rifle .303 British

British L59A1 drill rifle .303 British

Egypt Rasheed 7.62x39 caliber rifle. Produced in the 1960’s-70’s with Swedish engineering help. 20” barrel. Blade bayonet, detachable 10 round magazine.

Egypt Rasheed 7.62x39 caliber rifle. Produced in the 1960’s-70’s with Swedish engineering help. 20” barrel. Blade bayonet, detachable 10 round magazine.

Sam Stone

Sam Stone (aka The Great Society Conflict Veteran’s Blues)
©John Prine

Sam Stone came home,
To his wife and family
After serving in the conflict overseas.
And the time that he served,
Had shattered all his nerves,
And left a little shrapnel in his knee.
But the morphine eased the pain,
And the grass grew round his brain,
And gave him all the confidence he lacked,
With a Purple Heart and a monkey on his back.

Chorus:
There’s a hole in daddy’s arm where all the money goes,
Jesus Christ died for nothin’ I suppose.

Little pitchers have big ears,
Don’t stop to count the years,
Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios.
Mmm….
Sam Stone’s welcome home
Didn’t last too long.
He went to work when he’d spent his last dime
And Sammy took to stealing
When he got that empty feeling
For a hundred dollar habit without overtime.
And the gold rolled through his veins
Like a thousand railroad trains,
And eased his mind in the hours that he chose,
While the kids ran around wearin’ other peoples’ clothes…

Repeat Chorus:

Sam Stone was alone
When he popped his last balloon
Climbing walls while sitting in a chair
Well, he played his last request
While the room smelled just like death
With an overdose hovering in the air
But life had lost its fun
And there was nothing to be done
But trade his house that he bought on the G. I. Bill
For a flag draped casket on a local heroes’ hill.

Repeat Chorus

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