A chap I know who shall remain nameless recently sought my advice about his Luger.
Yes, Luger.
He's in his 80's and was in the Malayan Scouts, and then an officer in the Gurkhas.
Anyway, his concern that after so long the elderly ammunition might let him down if he encountered a "hobbledyhoy" in his house in the dark.
I had a fit of the vapours and marched him to a local cop shop to hand it in. He told them he'd finally got around to clearing out his dads old stuff and found it there.
He now keeps his khukuri next to the bed. He has it all planned, "...don't hurt me, I'm an old man!", and the moment their guard is down he intends to give them the good news. I almost feel sorry for any teenage sheetbag who might break in thinking him an easy touch, only to be faced with a guerrilla warfare, counter insurgency and jungle warefare expert.
A couple of teens snapped the aerial off his car a couple of years ago, and one ended up on his arriss with his nose smeared all over the place and the other with a dislocated shoulder. We all cheered when he heard the news on that one.