My fathers gun
My father was a police office for thirty years. He retired and got a job on a racetrack. Ten years later he retired and he drew three retirement checks.
Being the man who has everything he had once expressed a desire for a "belly gun" being a retired policeman had the drawback of having released convicts who are p***** off at you because you got them put in jail or prison.
His birthday was getting nearer and nearer so I decided to buy him a small .32 cal Beretta Tomcat.
The gun wasn't perfect but it was reliable and fit into the category belly gun fairly well if not perfectly.
My Dad was overjoyed to get this gun and he carried it on his person for years until his death.
I was going to repurchase the gun from my stepmother but she had sold it already to one of my Dads younger friends who was also a police officer.
I thought oh well if I can't get the gun at least its owned by a person who needs it more than I do.
The now middleaged officer carries it everywhere he goes when he's off duty and as time goes by I'm glad he does have it. It may save his life one day.