so you're going to structure your life around a specific WWII circumstance? damn, that's a fearful way to live.
I don't think you read my entire post. I did give the example of pilots carrying gold, but if you continued reading you would have seen that i said I was not a "stacker", I collect numismatic coins. In case you might not know, a stacker is someone that gathers junk silver or silver rounds.
I have a weakness, I collect Casino Silver Strikes. A local coin store sells them to me for melt, it saves him from knocking the silver out of the brass ring and then paying the fee to have them melted down. Some of them are rare and command a decent premium. I guess they would be considered bullion, even though the casinos put on dollar value on them.
So, this thread is about burying junk silver in a PVC pipe. How many of those can you get into a 4" pipe which is 24" long?
I had forgotten what the original purpose of this thread was, with all the off subject back and forth comments.... About the gold franc coins. They were in the 'survival kits' carried by aviators (they also contained condoms, if I'm not mistaken. Anybody here 'stacking' those?). Back to the gold francs. Have you ever mailed a parcel internationally? If so, then you have filled out a PS Form 2976-A (the Customs Form), and it specifies the 'insured amount' and also the 'SDR value' which is determined by referring to a chart converting the US dollar insured value to the SDR value which is in gold francs. So, gold is still alive in international commerce. It would seem to me that the subject of burying silver in a PVC tube is somewhat akin to those buried pots full of old Roman coins that are uncovered from time to time. I guess it's a natural human response to difficult times, dating back thousands of years. Squirrels bury acorns and walnuts, dogs bury bones, and people bury... anything of value, I guess.
I like the idea of casino strikes, but why did you have to picture Circus Circus? Clowns creep me out.
What a read... All my time working on the railroad, traveled everywhere never once did I run into Personalities, beliefs, LIKE HERE.. I was missing out... I CONSIDER most of the participants on here very knowledgeable and help on coins, bullion, or concerns on storing ect... but some of these on here.. elevator don't go to the top..THE ZOMBIE is too far out for me to reach... storing coins in a pvc pipe buried you got to luv it..........
LOL! We call that "calling the Session to Order". Here's the thing that's pretty much always going to have me butting heads with the "who are you to judge" crowd - the way I was taught, judging people is a critical life skill. Who am I to judge? Who are YOU to shirk your responsibility to teach the next generation TO BE JUDGMENTAL!?!?! Being judgmental is as responsible as anything ever gets, goys n' birls. That's just the way I was raised. 'Tain't nobody here ever gonna change THAT in my personality. It's what makes me, me.
I'm not sad, my deferment ran out when i graduated college. I had a BS in Biology, so when they changed my classification to 1A, I was drafted and became a Combat Medic (dustoff-helicoptor). We flew into CZs and stabalized the wounded until the firefight was over and the helicopters could land and pick up the wounded. To this day, every two years I renew my EMT certification and volunteer with the local firehouse as a first responder. The exact same thing happened with my son only instead of Viet Nam he was deployed to Desert Storm to be a Combat Medic with the Rangers. Both of us received the Combat Medal:
GOOD ATTITUDE!! I had a similar experience in 1963 after completing my MBA, and became a Med-evac Unit Medic. It was a sad, but humbling part of my life, where I learned, and still appreciate every day, the blessings we've received. We are so fortunate!! JMHO
I genuinely thank both father and son for their service. Well done. People my age are the oldest folks walking not to have faced a draft. We had lottery numbers, but none were taken.