I'm not claiming that the 9mm round is not up to the task...Hell, I'm sure my father thought the MP40, P-38 and Luger were effective enough weapons when he experienced them as a potential target. I'm just saying that in my own mind, the M9 never gave me that feeling of being the right tool for getting out of the last ditch like Old Slabsides did. I know some probably felt, and still feel, better having the higher magazine capacity of the M9. I also had some issues with brand X magazines for the M9 that Uncle Sam got on the cheap, certainly not the fault of the original Beretta design.
I think the Nid Hog has touched on what made the 1911 such a powerful talisman for me, ballistics and functioning aside. When I put my hand on that grip, I was grabbing a little of Alvin York, my old man, the Chosin Resevior and Hue City, too.
Granted, the worm turns, and years from now, young Marines will probably talk in reverent tones of the iron men who took Fallujah with their trusty M9 pistols, and hint that the old lead and powder weapons put 'em down faster than these new energy blasters.
For me, and perhaps for more than a few others my age and older, the 1911 had two links, the swinging one under the barrel, and a living one, to warriors and deeds whose names were like rounds of confidence that went into that pistol as surely as the actual rounds did.
I recall being in a joint exercise with some Canadians, and we "captured" a couple of their scouts. After the obligatory exchange of rations and smokes, a comment was made and one of our "prisoners" agreed to show us his Hi-Power, and in turn was handed a Colt. John Browning would have been proud of that moment.
As he handed it back, he said with just a trace of envy, "You Americans pack a bloody big pistol!" It made me feel good to hear that, although I would have gladly traded him my M16A1 for his .30 caliber SLR, but that's another story.
"He must be a king. He hasn't got Williams all over 'im!" - cb91710
I spend my knights at the Veg Table.