Quick, quick – slow
YOUTHFUL ambition was frustrated. I didn’t want Monty’s firepower at the second battle of El Alamein, not least because there weren’t the duck to warrant 529,000 shells in 5½ hours. But I did want the chance to fire two shots rapidly and for years that remained only an ambition.
Most guns came single-barrelled to boys then, partly because they were cheap and partly because our elders considered we should learn to kill with one cartridge, which wasn’t entirely erroneous. So my first gun was a rather horrid folding Belgian .410 hammergun, which I loved as if
