Ditto: In my case, my parental anxiety at our son's deployment to a hot combat zone drove me to spend a good bit on cutlery. He would not let me get him up-rated body armor or helmet liner pads because he wouldn't take gear that was better than the Marines under his command. He wouldn't let me get him a "combat modified" .45 built by a custome pistol shop. either.
I would have sold everything er owned to buy him a better tank if that were possible. A friend who was a Viet Nam Marine vet who had fought in Hue asked me what it was , sending him off as a father.Les Mis was touring at that time and this song says it excatly . . .and brought me to tears:
And that is my wish for the Op of this thread.