I still have my all-green rattle-when-you-pull-the-trigger M16. No pansy-ass orange tip for me!
It's at my parents' house. My son plays with it on occasion, but his generation doesn't have the "play guns" or "play army" mentality we did. I spent so much time in the woods, climbing trees, building forts, shooting at cobra spies. It was serious business in the summer. I treated it like a job.
And yes, I took that baby to school. 2nd grade, I was a soldier for halloween, and I proudly carried my weapon to school without a second thought. No one said a word... because it was back in the day of common sense and nuance, when people understood the difference between a little kid pretending and a nutjob with evil on his mind.
Heh, I remember Army GEAR, too. Anyone remember Entertech water guns?
Hell yeah, Entertech was the best! My buddies and I would have 6-8 person sleepovers in middle school, choose up sides, and have water-gun wars until all hours of the night. It was the best thing ever, you know, until we discovered cars and girls.
I had this one: