I figured it must be time to be a little nostalgic. It was the fall of 1966, and my dad had promised me that I could have my own gun at age 14, and my birthday was coming up in October. I had been saving for quite awhile, and had my mind set on a surplus P38. There was a gun and coin store opened recently in my little hometown, and they seemed to get some very nice used guns, and many war souvenirs that former G.I's had lost interest in, and could now translate into dollars. There were 1911's and 1911A1's, artillery Lugers, and P38's, and all kinds of old revolvers. I had been longing for a pistol, and a P38 specifically, as I had grown to love the style, and currently, the Man From U.N.C.L.E. used one, and that was good enough for me. Ammo was available at the local gunshow for $4 for a box of 64, Canadian manufacture, and less for corrosive European surplus. My dad thought I was nuts, as he saw no use for such a gun. If it wasn't for hunting, he just had no use for it. Well, low and behold, the day came, he signed for it, and I cam home with a worn CYQ with a low four digit serial number (little did I know about the German numbering system). Oh, it cost $55. It shot well, but I didn't. I couldn't hit a gallon paint can at 15 yards. Boy, was I disappointed. I almost gave up, but then bought a book on "shooting", which included a section on pistol marksmanship, and I started from scratch, followed the book, and soon learned how to put them on the target, start shrinking the groups, and moved the distance back, and then started over. Soon I was hitting it most all the time at 25 yards. Common sense, sadly, won out for a few years, and I traded it for a Mossberg 22 rifle. That soon got boring, and a year later I found myself longing for a pistol again, as I loved the challenge. I will never forget that first "Walther" that wasn't really a Walther, but introduced me to a kind of cult craving for German Engineering, fine and stylish weapons, etc. I think everyone of us remembers that first gun, or that first Walther.