Back in the day, when I was 10, 11? I wanted a sword. No, I NEEDED a sword.
I had no idea how to get one but I somehow came across mail order surplus dealers. Here is the result. My first sword.
This example of the swordmaker's art is a cut down blade (I understand from a Patton Sword) with a bent steel knuckle bow.
This was mounted on my wall had held pride of place for a decade or more.
Interestingly, I came across an auction of this fine thing. They referred to it as a "Drop Sword" made to be dropped to outfit resistance fighters during WW2.
Pardon me for a moment
Anyhoo, it is number one and I am going to give it to my grandson with a lesson on fakes.