Here is a Garand story that will break your heart. When I was quite a bit younger my girlfriends' father was retired Army. He had served during WW2 as had his brother in the Marines. My future father-in-law knew that I was very interested in firearms in general and WW2 in particular.
When I was at their house one day he said that he had something for me. Well,it turned out to be an absulutely immaculate WW2 M-1. We're talking all matched parts,cartouched stock, original correct leather sling,and cleaning kit still in the butt trap. The only thing that he would tell me is that his brother had appropriated fron the Marines,and the rifle had resided in his mothers' attic for the last 50 years. Needless to say, I was stunned!
The rifle should only have been fired sparingly,if at all. It was just too much of a collectors' item to be treated any other way. Of course,lacking that mature perspective at the time I shot the crap out of it!
I was at the range one day with a friend. On his fifth round there was a unnaturally loud report and a big cloud of smoke. The only conclusion that I could come to is that the rifle managed to fire out of battery. One locking lug was sheared off. The extractor was completely blown out of the bolt. The force of the venting gas cracked the lower hand guard. The only remains of the cartridge case that we found were imbedded in my buddys' face! It was just good fortune that he wore glasses.
My girlfriends father was furious. Fair or not,he assumed some sort of incompetence on my part,and demanded the remains of the rifle be returned to him.
Once again,if I were to acquire an M-1 like that now it would be a safe queen. A little piece of history went up in smoke that day.