Just gotta brag

[Rex B]

My son called me a couple of weeks ago to tell me he just received his Florida CHL. He had mentioned he wanted to do that, but did not say when. Apparently it's a quicker process in Florida. I was very pleased to hear that.

But even better, today he tells me his wife just got her card to. What makes this so special is she is an immigrant from Hungary, awaiting citizenship.
Two years ago neither of them had any experience with firearms, so I surprised him with a nice .22 revolver to get them started. He was a little taken aback at the time, and kept it hidden from his wife until the "right time". When that time came, she was a bit unsure about the whole "gun in the house thing". But once they finally took it to the range (6 months later) they both enjoyed it immensely. That revolver is now Her Gun, and she shoots it quite well. She is also fine with the centerfire semi-autos that have since joined the family.

So this young lady, raised in a Soviet-bloc country with no freedoms, is now licensed to carry. She's come a long way, Baby

I think I'm gonna get her a nice Christmas present.

[A-R]

That's great! Good for them.

Sounds like this young lady needs a Makarov (and maybe an AK or SKS?) to celebrate the engineering prowess of her ancestry AND the freedom of her new-found homeland.

[Rex B]

Well, they are partial to Hungarian firearms.
The first one they bought was a PA63.

[Oldgringo]

My guess is that the DIL is way too young to have experienced the Hungararian Uprising of 1956. What few guns that were in the hands of the Hungarian citizens then were no match for the Russian army and its tanks. I'll wager that she has heard the tales from her parents and grandparents?

[Rex B]

She would have been born about 1975, and yes, her family is very conscious of the uprising.
They lived in a small town quite a ways from Budapest, so were not involved directly.

Incidentally: In 1957 we lived in Spain. One day on the way home from work, dad happened upon a motorcycle wreck, with two injured men. He helped them get into our car, and took them to a hospital. I think he went back and retrieved their bike and stored it, and visited them in the hospital. I think one or both stayed with us until they could go on. Turned out they were Hungarian dissenters fleeing the Soviet crackdown. One later wrote a book on the experience and sent Dad a copy. I have the book, but it's written in Spanish so I can't read it.