Seen elsewhere, a year or two ago now, there's a whole bunch of these for box-ticking, so they can be February's theme! If the Timpo figures were 'pocket-money' toys, these accessory vignettes were high-day and Holliday treats, usually requiring a little financial input, from an adult!!
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Many years ago, maybe 1969, or 1970, I fired one, and nearly broke my jaw! Dad, who had little regard for regulations, and was Commandant of the Infantry Battle School at Brecon, thought it would be a good idea to wake the garrison with machine-gun fire on the 50m pistol range at the back of the camp, so had a Vickers set-up, and my Brother and I got to fire a few rounds each!
I can remember it was a cold, foggy morning; that clinging, Black Mountain mist, thickened with coal-smoke from the chimneys of the town, and still quite dark, and as I fired the thing I coughed and nearly caught my face on the shuddering body.
The SNCO who was with us, managed to get across his concerns about the whole performance, while doing whatever Dad told him, but Dad thought it was all highly amusing . . . It was an unconventional childhood, especially in those Wales days!
Strangely - fifteen-or-so years later, also at Brecon, while looking for something mundane like shovels or sandbags, we found (me and a couple of mates), in the POW Div's storeroom, a US .50cal, heavy machine-gun (in anodised silver?! A presentation, or demonstration piece?), just leaning against the wall, it didn't seem to have a cradle or tripod, and we just moved it out of the way, but that was a two-man lift, for two fit young men.
