From J.M. Browning it came,
The World of Handguns would never be the same.
Cast from steel & wood,
Fits the hand like we know it should.
Through 2 World Wars, Korea & 'Nam,
The 'trusty' sidearm of many a man.
In sand & snow, mud & blood.
The gun's a legend, would talk if it could....
Trust no other gun but the.45,
Into battle with it & you'll survive.
Whether it's clean, dirty or abused,
It will work even if mis-used.
From Father to Son it shall pass,
The gun's a keeper & will last.
Designed by Browning to stem the 'tide',
A favorite of ours is 'Ol Slab Sides!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem