The gun had seen many owners, had seen many days, had done many deeds. Some were terrible deeds; some were heroic deeds. It had taken lives, and it had saved lives. Now, it knew not what it was going to do. It did not know, no one knew, whether it would be used for some nefarious purpose or for some glorious end. Only the one who held it knew, and he was walking with a determined intent.
The End,
God bless