The pistol is a Fabrique Nationale/Browning Model 1922. It, and the holster, were manufactured in
Germany in 1943, give or take a year. They have a story, if only they will tell it.
Let us see if the tale evolves
First in a series -- maybe
This is the first step to discover what
stars might be aligned .... well, sort of .... and, as you might suspect, the
pistol and the holster shown in the photograph play a role in this would-be story.
I am curious if anyone from the
vicinity of Bad Muskau-Berg, District Gorlitz, Saxony, Germany: PLZ 02953, might
happen to wander by my blog and to see this post. If someone does who also happens to
be able to put the photo in context with local history and memorial landmarks,
then, perhaps, that individual will realize what I am doing, what I am trying
to uncover
Or, maybe, someone from Wrocław in
Poland, known as Breslau to some, will put in an appearance here. Maybe, someone from there with a knowledge of and an interest in history will pass by my blog and read this post.
And, of course, there is the obvious. There is the name in the holster. Perhaps, someone will know the who, what, where, when, why and how of it. Perhaps.
And, of course, there is the obvious. There is the name in the holster. Perhaps, someone will know the who, what, where, when, why and how of it. Perhaps.
If someone does -- and takes the time to write a comment or to contact me via email -- this first step might lead to more. If no one does, then I will look for another branch in the road.
So, then. Enough for the moment. Let us
see if the steps continue, if the story evolves. Or not.
Either way, there always is music:
I've got no
sense of purpose
I sit alone, I sit alone
Got no sense of belonging
Getting nowhere, can't go home
I sit alone, I sit alone
Got no sense of belonging
Getting nowhere, can't go home