It will no doubt come as a surprise to today's sandaholic aircrew that we 'cold warriors' weren't
actually issued with gats which required you to shove the ammuntion in from the far end:
Browing 9 mill was fine - and excellent fun if you sneaked a few extra springs and oily bits of black metal into some unsuspecting mate's pile of gun parts during annual playtime with the long-suffering Stn Rocks.
Personally, I'd go with Mr Vinnie Jones (aka Bullet Tooth Tony):
"...and the fact that I've got "Desert Eagle point-five-oh" written on the side of my gun should precipitate your balls into shrinking, along with your presence. Now … f**k off!"
Just don't fire it like this: