Here is a Springfield Armory M1 Garand with a WWII
receiver and 1954 barrel. This M1 has a six digit serial number, 641628, dating
to June 1942. The barrel is Springfield dated 11-54 and it has a nice bore. Most other parts are postwar Springfield, including the stock, everything
is described below and shown in pictures. No import marks.
This Garand has been disassembled, cleaned, lubricated,
and test fired. It functions perfectly, cycling through a full clip, ejecting
the clip at the end. Parts were clean for photos, coated with oil and greased
where appropriate when reassembled.
Included: Two M1 enbloc clips and sling.
marked “D 28291-17” on leg, heat lot C12A. No pitting. Finish, probably
original, is a bit thin but still looks ok for 76 years old.
Barrel: marked “SA
F6535448 11 54 MD 43” in op rod slot, with a couple of “P” marks, punch, and small
stars and eagle stamp. Bore is bright, good crown and rifling.
Measurements: Muzzle Erosion: 1 ½, Throat Erosion: 3 (Want to learn more about these
measurements? Read our Barrel Erosion Guide.)
Clip latch: late
square front type
Op rod: flat
side, marked “D35382 SA”
Op rod catch: late
Bullet guide: stamped
type, marked “12”
Follower arm: no
long fork, riveted
Bolt: marked “D28287-19SA
Sight knob markings:
elevation Weatherhead logo, windage “DRC”
Rear sight cover:
late type with ribs
Rear sight aperture:
Trigger guard: stamped
with milled hook
type, no extra hole
“D5546008-HR-N” - M14 part, identical to the Garand hammer other than this
plunger: late type without wings
Gas cylinder: wide
sight platform, flat on top of rear ring, punch mark on bayonet lug. Finish in good
Front sight: 0.65
Gas cylinder lock:
postwar “high hump” type. Finish mostly worn off
Gas cylinder screw:
cross slot, poppet valve type, marked “NHC”. Finish worn off
Springfield, walnut. No cracks or repairs, about average dings/scratches, none
severe, nice appearance. Circled “P” on pistol grip, DAS (faint) on left side.
same condition and appearance as stock
GI, common web type, marked 195_, very faint, we can’t tell which year