Your posts all have the resounding theme of having known some WW2 veterans, climbing up on the shoulders of these giants, and then hurling your rocks down upon those of us who would hunt with sporterized versions of the military arms we came of age with.
When asked about details such as how you could know a woman who earned her paratrooper wings prior to the first known female graduate, or a man who was welcomed with open arms by Icelandic citizens (which at the time were quite unhappy with putting up with American GIs, but hey, please bang my daughter and help yourself to the fridge) you can't be bothered to respond. When considering the likelihood of whether some lady told you she was a paratrooper or you making things up to give yourself some modicum of credibility, the answer is pretty clear.
The feckless glee that you display as you lecture from the moral high-ground you constructed for yourself is only eclipsed by your utter ignorance of modern firearms. I can only feel sorry for the WW2 veterans you keep referencing as if you somehow speak for them. But then again I don't think they would appreciate my pity, as they probably grew up with some assclown who claimed to know a Civil War veteran lecturing them on how inappropriate it was to use those weapons of war to pursue a passtime that they loved.
