You know, there is something magical about grabbing the handle of a Tarwar, drawing it from the scabbard and holding it up. It is THE hunk of steel to hold (well, maybe a 20 inch AK but . . . ). It presents an image that says "let's play!" To others, it makes them speak in tongues and suddenly stutter.
Which makes me think that when I showed my recently acquired Tarwar (still want another Auntie!
) to my sergeant today, behind the station house and adjacent to a medical clinic with older folks driving by, it must have said something. I do remember a small car slowing down, then two older folks staring at me with wide eyes and mouths agape. All I could do was thrust it into the air and grin broadly. I felt sorry for the husband for all the pounding his left arm took from her as she urged him to drive away . . .

Any more "Fun with HI Blade" stories to add?
Which makes me think that when I showed my recently acquired Tarwar (still want another Auntie!


Any more "Fun with HI Blade" stories to add?