Dangers of gun registration: ‘The Belgian Corporal’
Dangers of gun registration: ‘The Belgian Corporal’
examiner.com ^ | June 21, 2009 | Paul Valone
Posted on Monday, June 29, 2009 12:01:23 AM by neverdem
THE BELGIAN CORPORAL
By Neal Knox
In the summer of 1955, I was a young Texas National Guard sergeant on active duty at Fort Sill, Oklahoma. A corporal in my squad was a Belgian-American named Charles DeNaer. An old man as far as most of us were concerned, being well over thirty, Charley commanded a certain amount of our respect, for not only was he older than the rest of us, he had lived in Belgium when the Germans rolled across the low countries by-passing the Maginot Line on their way into France. He had seen war.
One soft Oklahoma afternoon, sitting on a bunk in the half-light of an old wooden barracks, he told me his story.
In Charley’s little town in Belgium, there lived an old man, a gunsmith. The old man was friendly with the kids and welcomed them to his shop. He had once been an armorer to the king of Belgium, according to Charley. He told us of the wonderful guns the old man had crafted, using only hand tools. There were double shotguns and fine rifles with beautiful hardwood stocks and gorgeous engraving and inlay work. Charley liked the old man and enjoyed looking at the guns. He often did chores around the shop.
One day the gunsmith sent for Charley. Arriving at the shop, Charley found the old man carefully oiling and wrapping guns in oilcloth and paper. Charley asked what he was doing. The old smith gestured to a piece of paper on the workbench and said that an order had come to him to register all of his guns. He was to list every gun with a description on a piece of paper and then to send the paper to the government. The old man had no intention of complying with the registration law and had summoned Charley to help him bury the guns at a railroad crossing. Charley asked why he didn’t simply comply with the order and keep the guns. The old man, with tears in his eyes, replied to the boy, “If I register them, they will be taken away. “
A year or two later, the blitzkrieg rolled across the Low Countries. One day not long after, the war arrived in Charley’s town. A squad of German SS troops banged on the door of a house that Charley knew well. The family had twin sons about Charley’s age. The twins were his best friends. The officer displayed a paper describing a Luger pistol, a relic of the Great War, and ordered the father to produce it. That old gun had been lost, stolen, or misplaced sometime after it had been registered, the father explained. He did not know where it was.
The officer told the father that he had exactly fifteen minutes to produce the weapon. The family turned their home upside down. No pistol. They returned to the SS officer empty-handed.
The officer gave an order and soldiers herded the family outside while other troops called the entire town out into the square. There on the town square the SS machine-gunned the entire family — father, mother, Charley’s two friends, their older brother and a baby sister.
I will never forget the moment. We were sitting on the bunk on a Saturday afternoon and Charley was crying, huge tears rolling down his cheeks, making silver dollar size splotches on the dusty barracks floor. That was my conversion from a casual gun owner to one who was determined to prevent such a thing from ever happening in America.
Later that summer, when I had returned home I went to the president of the West Texas Sportsman’s Club in Abilene and told him I wanted to be on the legislative committee. He replied that we didn’t have a legislative committee, but that I was now the chairman.
I, who had never given a thought to gun laws, have been eyeball deep in the “gun control” fight ever since.
As the newly-minted Legislative Committee Chairman of the West Texas Sportsman’s club, I set myself to some research. I had never before read the Second Amendment, but now noticed that The American Rifleman published it in its masthead. I was delighted to learn that the Constitution prohibited laws like Belgium’s. There was no battle to fight, I thought. We were covered. I have since learned that the words about a militia and the right of the people to keep and bear, while important, mean as much to a determined enemy as the Maginot line did to Hitler.
Rather than depend on the Second Amendment to protect our gun rights, I’ve learned that we must protect the Second Amendment and the precious rights it recognizes.
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REQUIEM FOR A FRIEND & MENTOR
By F. Paul Valone
On Thursday, Jan. 20, the gun rights community bade farewell to a friend and mentor — a man who devoted nearly fifty years to preserving individual freedom and the Second Amendment. After fighting cancer, Neal Knox passed away on January 17.
Beyond being a nationally renowned benchrest shooter and founder of “Gun Week,” Neal served as Executive Director of the NRA Institute for Legislative Action, and later became NRA Vice President, staying on for ten years as an NRA board member. Never one to shy away from doing the right thing, when the NRA became increasingly bureaucratic and self-serving, he pressed efforts to reform the organization.
In recent years, Neal set about empowering grass roots activism through his organization, The Firearms Coalition. Having yesterday spoken to Neal’s son, Chris, he assures me that Neal’s family will continue the battle. Rest assured GRNC will be actively involved in their efforts.
GRNC members will remember Neal from the many times he helped our organization, from the solidarity march in Charlotte which prevented gun control activists from embarrassing the NRA at its annual meeting, to occasions when he flew to North Carolina to address GRNC dinners and other events.
The Knox family should draw comfort from the fact that Neal was able to see his efforts come to fruition with the reelection of the Bush administration, the sunset of the ban on semi-automatic firearms, and the general reversal of the trend toward gun control, which had reached its apex during the Clinton administration. Neal was in no small part responsible for these successes.
Below are letters from Neal and from his wife, Jay Janen. I hope you will join me in expressing how much we will miss the wit, the wisdom and the dedication that Neal brought to us all.
President, Grass Roots North Carolina