A "good slave," once the Germans were settled in, he raised silkworms for them, and played his violin for them. He also performed administrative duties, which included issuing work permits. Some of the permits he issued were forgeries, to allow freedom fighters and spies to move about. When the Russians "liberated" Poland, he was in danger; the communists wanted the Poles to be good slaves, not freedom fighters.
He hid with relatives in Czechoslovakia, where he was unknown to the local population, but that could only last for a little while, as his Czech relatives were in danger by hiding him. He made his way through the forest to the American sector of Germany. After a series of miraculous events, he ended up playing for two major symphony orchestras in the USA. In his time, he was considered one of the top few violinists in the world. (My wife says one of the top two, but I figure she is prejudiced.)
OK, now for the lever rifle part! I met Mr. P**** when he and his daughters came into the jewelry/pawn shop where I was moonlighting in the daylight as security. (I work nights as an LEO.) One of his daughters bought him a Winchester '94 off the rack, and inquired about an owner's manual. Well, I had an '94, and an owner's manual, and there is such a thing as copy machines. For better or worse, that is how I met Joyce.

We used to go shooting on my FIL's land. Not really a shooter himself, he enjoyed watching us shoot. Nowadays, though, we have to keep him away from weapons. Sometimes, he does not know who we are, and considers us his captors. He has mentioned the concept of using a firearm to gain his freedom, to "go home." He does not understand that his home is our home; he wants to go back to his little duplex.
I am not looking for sympathy; this is life, and life is not always easy. A great man is in his difficult years, and knowing him during his great years makes it all worth it. Someday, I will have more freedom to get out of the city and shoot rifles more often.
Life is good!
