I didn't cry when Old Yeller died but the photos of this
yard filled with abused small arms always brings tears to my eyes. All those poor Thompsons, Brens, Grease Guns, Mausers, 1919's and MG-34's... they deserved a better fate, ideally one involving preservation in my own gun room.
I don't know where the yard is but if I knew, I'd consider a pilgrimage there to mourn.
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