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I just love these ugly guns! They are cheap, ugly and very deadly. If they made Cracker Jacks boxes bigger, these guns could fit right inside.

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Hi,

I'm Vic Benson. I'm a class I firearms dealer and a collector of antique military weapons and some, not so antique military weapons. Mostly I enjoy collecting Soviet, Russian, and eastern European military rifles and pistols.

These STEN gun is an exception to my collecting preferences. I enjoy full auto weapons but it is the STEN, in all its cheapness that appeals to me. Its size and crude construction belies its deadly and historically important role it played in the Allied victories of WWII.

This is the working man's machine gun and if you're lucky enough to own a registered fully automatic version of this gun as I do, then you'll know the complete enjoyment of collecting and firing this piece of World War II history.

I sell the STEN Mark III parts kits for your enjoyment to use as a basis for the construction of a dummy gun which looks really cool hanging in your den. It's safe for the kids to play with because it can't shoot and is guaranteed to start a conversation. If you have a registered Mark II or Mark III full auto STEN then you will appreciate the many parts that can be used for replacements if and when something breaks.

Want to get in touch? E-mail me at:

stenguns@lycos.com

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The STEN MkIII
submachine gun

Ode to a Sten Gun
By Gunner. S.N. Teed

You wicked piece of vicious tin!
Call you a gun? Don't make me grin.
You're just a bloated piece of pipe.
You couldn't hit a hunk of tripe.
But when you're with me in the night,
I'll tell you pal, you're just alright!

Each day I wipe you free of dirt.
Your dratted corners tear my shirt.
I cuss at you and call you names,
You're much more trouble than my dames.
But boy, do I love to hear you yammer
When you 're spitting lead in a business manner.

You conceited pile of salvage junk.
I think this prowess talk is bunk.
Yet if I want a wall of lead
Thrown at some Jerry's head
It is to you I raise my hat;
You're a damn good pal...
You silly gat!

The Freedom Shoppe * New Milford * CT