Considering recent headlines, maybe I picked the wrong week to share photos of guns. Or the perfect week, if you’re on the other side. Blame World War II for the wide selection here.
Previously on Midlife Crisis Crossover: our road trip to New Orleans continued as my wife and I spent much of Day 3 touring the National WWII Museum. Regardless of which Constitutional amendments you think can beat up which other Constitutional amendments, the facts are these:
1. There are guns.
2. Guns aren’t going away this week.
3. We spent hours in a war museum.
4. We saw lots and lots and lots of lots of guns in the war museum because the war had lots and lots and lots of guns in it.
Hence, guns. Plus cameos by a few other international wartime weapons that don’t use bullets or gunpowder. Consider these useful for historical background, drawing reference, collectors’ curiosity, film comparison, knowing your enemy, or whatever.
How many do YOU recognize from your favorite movies?
I still remember the one time I tried guns. A buddy took me hunting. Mostly I recall the immense shoulder pains from the shotgun kickback that lasted for days. But that tin can learned not to mess with me.
A few rooms included examples of non-exploding weaponry, though they were no less deadly in the right hands.
Judging by the Museum’s selection, the Japanese were better prepared for hand-to-hand combat than the Germans. Don’t even ask me about the Italians. I’m sure their handheld killing devices were somewhere in the house.
Technically howitzers are like guns but much bigger, though not as chubby or stumpy as their older cousin, the cannon.
I suppose I could add history trivia between the photos, were I so inclined or aware. Anne might know a few, but makes and models don’t rank terribly high on her WWII trivia priority list. Honestly, though: if you’re an enthusiast, you don’t need me trying to guess which names belong to which weapons, because chances are you already know. If you abhor the very idea of such inventions continuing to exist, you won’t care about their names anyway. Either way, it’s less research for me. Win-win-win.
I pride myself on failing in several different categories of manliness, but I’ve never shaken off the primal fascination with weapons in general. I’ve zero interest in hoarding them, but I’ll brake for any exhibit stocked with them. My thoughts while I’m staring aren’t exactly, “COOOOOL!” It’s more like a lengthy pause ending in “…huh.” It’s mesmerizing and weird and seems inexplicably deep-seated. I blame the media.
In conclusion: GUNS. Brought to you by the Gun Council.
To be continued…
[Link enclosed here to handy checklist for previous and future chapters, and for our complete road trip history to date. Thanks for reading!]