My teenaged daughter brought home a new friend tonight- Hi, Dad, meet my friend____, he graduated second in his class last year, etc,etc,etc. (yawn,yawn,yawn). "How do you do,sir, your daughter tells me that you guys like to shoot now and then" What a nice, polite kid. It turns out that he has, in no specific order- a Ferret scout car, his own half-track, a collection of WW1-era machine guns, 1 M16A1, a collection of a couple/three hundred camo uniforms from all corners and times of the world, and on and on. Is in the National Guard, father is former door gunner. I'm not going to let this one get away- I mean, well, my daughter's not, well, you know....