By Harry Claflin
Earlier this year, an old running mate of mine, Robert Brown, publisher of Soldier of Fortune magazine, gave me a call and asked if I would like to come to NRA Whittington in Baton, New Mexico, for a week of shooting guns and fine fellowship. What a deal! Of course, I jumped at the opportunity. It had been several years since I had shared a beer with Robert and would not miss the chance. Over breakfast I asked my wife if she minded if I spent a week in New Mexico shooting guns and good fellowship with Uncle Bob. Mary looked over her cup and gave me that look. You did say New Mexico, did you not?
After 42 years of marriage, 25 of that overseas and Robert dragging me off to really neat places in the world, needless to say she was a little suspicious. The day came to leave and she watched me pack my kit and way too many guns, camo uniforms and field gear. Like a good Marine’s wife, she just smiled, gave me a kiss and told me she would be here when I got back.