While I was in Germany, there was a detail doing some remodeling in the attic of thier barracks, and came across an old P38 that was still loaded, the SGT in charge of the detail called the MPs over and asked them what to do with it. There was much discussion on what to do with it, the MPs were much more familiar with pistols than the aviation types who found it, so they took charge. The MP Sgt who was there looked it over, worked the action and saw that it appeared to be in good order, then pronounced in a heavy southern accent "I know just what we need to do with this here gun". They took it down to the entrance to the Provost Marshals office the MP announces "y'all stand back now" (this is often followed by "hold my beer while I do this", but they were on duty), points the muzzle down into the clearing barrel and proceeds to empty the mag without a single misfire. I do not know what became of the pistol, or if the MP who decided this was a good idea got into any real trouble, but I do know that his happened, the NCO in cahrge of the detail was a clerk in the flight ops shop my father ran, and it was the talk of the office for days. This happened in the mid to late eighties, I seem to recall it being late eighty five or early 86 (it was cold I remember that well).
There was also another incident in the unit when one of the older pilots (who had been adopted by an american family in 1946, but had been born to German parents in 1944), looked up his "birth" family, and found out that he had no brothers or sisters, and that his father had been killed in the war, he had been a Uboat commander. His mother told him she had been waiting for him to come home and had saved some things for him, includign a full German Navy (KreigsMarine?) Officers Uniform with all of the decorations that went wtih it, as well as a fancy wooden box lined with red velvet, containing an MP40, that his mother wasn't really sure how his father had gotten, but had left with her the last time he had shipped out. I am not sure whatever happened to that either, but she gave it to him in 85 so who knows (I imagine it went into a smelter somewhere over there)? The thing that really amazes me is that the old lady had held onto that stuff for all of that time, and as I understand it, in post war Germany either of those items could have gotten her a stiff sentence, for mere possesion, but her husband had told her that if anything were to happen to him that she wanted his son to have them, no matter what. The old lady died three weeks later.