Figured everyone has the story of the one or two guns that either got away or we always sought, yet stayed out of reach. I think these stories tell a lot.
Mine are simple:
1: The PKM I got off a cache in Afghanistan.
Not actual Pictures of it just representative.
I carried it under my bunk and in the back of my truck for 13 of my 18 months in theatre. Some back room guys with shaved heads and beards tricked it out for me- made it a ghetto side folder using a piano hinge, also they “acquired” me a third barrel which they head spaced and shortened. The other two barrels were crazy long and had an Elmer Fud blunderbuss esque muzzle device (not sure what that was about). I had three full size belts in tuna cans (standard) and one pieced together cloth “nutsack” with a shortened belt (54 rounds). That thing was awesome, it was by my side any time a could hump it with me. It also was on frequent loan to guard, reserve, or contractors were in our convoy because sometimes all they had was a m249 for the turret.
When it came time to leave country, it was leaving a friend behind. At one point I was at the Motor Pools connex with it broken down looking at the piles of random parts. I figured I could just seal it away and put her back together on the other side of the pond. I talked myself out of that. Now every time I find sardine cans of 7.62x54r ammo for super cheap, I think “What if”