Like that story:
If there's even a hint of .357Sig in 124gr Jacketed TC/FP in the stash, I'm headin' West.
I remember as a kid seeing post-WWII newsreels about ammo and perfectly usable Jeeps and 4X4s being blown up.
An engineer who worked for me years ago was raised in Austria during WWII. He said that when the war was just over, he and his buddies would find live grenades from both sides and mess with them. Throw them off the bridge into the river, stuff like that.
His mom would have a fit when he found guns and brought them home.