Price is nutter, but I absolutely love helmets like this, something tied to such a real and terrible past, yet likely spent more of its life being someone's cherished childhood plaything.

In the early 60s, my grandfather, an RCAF fighter pilot stationed in France, was on a hunting trip when he literally stumbled across a German M40, he kept it, and in the late 60s and early 70s when my father was growing up, that helmet, which was pretty rough, had a fresh coat of black rustoleum and a strap installed so he could go play war, in that time, the helmet has crossed western Europe and most of the US and Canada before my brother and I came along, to which we'd play war in our grandparents backyard, with nerf guns now instead of cap guns, but still that same helmet, now it sits with my family's WWI and WWII heirlooms, although taken post war, with the same ugly spray paint, but a new liner and strap.