Being from Africa, I grew up with guns. From twelve years of age I learned how to fire them, strip them, clean and maintain them, and most of all, respect them. I was competent and used to spend my weekends from the age of fourteen in the bush with a small Czech Slavia pistol for personal protection.
I also had the use of an old Manlicher rifle, loaned by a local farmer whose grandfather used it against the British in the Boer war. I used this for obtaining fresh meat for my supper. Bit of overkill when shooting rabbits!
When I cam to Europe, I spent time in the British Army and as I was a good marksman, got on with our armourer in training and had access to a whole gamut of weapons. To hold, not to fire alas. But I did fire a Lee Enfield .45, an Enfield MkIV .303 and the later 7.62 monstrosity of a rifle. Then there was the Sten gun, a cheaper model of the Stirling, firing 9mm rounds. During WW2 the Army captured millions of 9mm rounds and asked for a weapon to fire them, The Stirling was born, at a price of 7/6 (37.5p) per gun!
The purpose of this blog
All this arises since I saw the below video on a Tweet from an American and was very impressed with the woman narrator. She so reminds me of so many South African women I have met.
It's just under fourteen minutes but she puts her point across with honesty and forthrightness.
No ring on her wedding finger, if I were fifty years younger and single, I'd definitely go to America and seek her out!