When I was working in Niagara Falls back in 1980 or 81, one of my co-workers came in one day wearing a German Army belt buckle what he had bought at a surplus store. An older gent came up to him, grabbed him by the shirt collar and slammed him up against the wall. He told him how he had killed people who wore that belt buckle. We never saw that belt buckle in the office again. The old gent had fought in the Yugoslavia resistance during the war and felt no love for anything connected to the Nazis.
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