Here’s the good news; President Trump (in his infinite wisdom) has decided to sell to the American people a certain piece of military surplus. Specifically, the venerable M1911 .45 caliber Colt pistol.
Thank God for the Second Amendment.
But here’s the bad news; to properly de- and re-assemble that hand cannon, you need either a degree in mechanical engineering or the patience of a saint. Of which I have neither.
All joking aside, I love the Colt .45. It’s a helluva weapon that any fan of the Second Amendment would love to own.
As reported by Breitbart.com;
President Trump is set to sign the 2018 National Defense Authorization Act, which contains an amendment that allows U.S. citizens to acquire military surplus 1911 pistols.
The sales will occur under the auspices of the Civilian Marksmanship Program, which has been selling approved military surplus weapons to citizens for more than 100 years.
According to the International Business Times, it currently costs the U.S. military approximately $2 a day to store one pistol, and there are an estimated 100,000 1911s that are being stored. So that is a $200,000 expenditure the military can erase and replace with a profit, or at least of a recoup of costs, by selling the firearms.
The 1911 is one of the most popular handguns ever developed. It is valued for military use, home defense, self-defense, and concealed carry. Although the military’s 1911s were made by Colt, citizens have long been purchasing civilian models from Colt as well. These range from the basic government model to 1911s with finely tuned triggers and target barrels that allow for incredible accuracy in competitive shooting.
For those unfamiliar with why so many gun-owners love (and bad guys fear) the .45, here’s an excerpt from the WWII novel The Macneils of Tokyo; (Emphasis mine)
From the Japanese lines an officer in a tropical helmet and kepi charged forth, waving his sword. Screaming “Banzai! Banzai!‘ he ran full tilt toward Macneil’s team. Only about 10 yards from Slats Honda, the man skidded to a halt and threw his sword like a spear at the sergeant. It missed. Pulling his Type 14 pistol, he had lurched forward again when Macneil shot him with his .45. That pistol, designed to stop crazed Philippine juramentados in their tracks, broke apart the face of the officer like a melon burst open by a baseball bat. He collapsed six feet in front of Macneil. Grinning, Sergeant Honda threw his captain a firm thumb’s up.