When I was a young kid, my grandfather, who was a master choreographer at the national theater took me backstage to look around. The propmaster offered me a machinegun-belt from an MG42, around 1.5 meters long and full of inert rounds. They had used it as a prop in a previous show and no longer needed it. My grandfather said bullets weren't something appropriate for an 8 year old, so I politely refused.
I've heard stories from a much older friend of mine, about how when they were kids (in the 60's) digging around in fields and finding a panzerfaust or an MP40 was common, and everyone was throwing away german helmets like they were the plague. At one point he had around 100 of em in a pile that was thrown away.
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