When our son (now Ensign) Z. was in the 10th grade he came to a John C. Garand match at Magnolia R&P. He brought his classmate with him, and a bunch of guys there had put all there M1 rifles on the same table at the left end of the firing line. No one was down range, it was safe, and he asked Mr. JM if he could show his friend how the rifle worked. He explained the gas system, took mine apart and was explaining the pieces. I was wondering where he was and saw him down there. There were about 10 or 12 grown men listening to my (smart&ss) 15 year old explain how the "Rifle, Caliber .30, M1" functioned and re-assembling it (thank you Douglas Bowser). I wish I had a video of that impromptu "class".
At the academy he was very upset that he had to carry one from sunrise to sunset and never got to fire it. He was very fond of "Blondie", too, and showed her to his momma and me when he went from Plebe to Midshipman. What a waste.
It was a pretty rifle too.