I got into a buddy's pickup truck one day and noticed that he had ammo all over the pickup. In the console, in the glove box, in the door pockets, everywhere were loaded 1911 magazines. There must have been twenty magazines in that truck. I asked him about it. He was a veteran Marine from the Vietnam era.
"I promised God one night that if he let me live to see the daylight, I'd never again run out of ammunition. God kept his end, I intend to keep mine."
'80s ammo ain't old.