A couple of years ago, my son-in-law's brother, a Special Forces lieutenant (Green Beret) had finished his qualifying course and was also recently married. He, his wife, and others were on hand at the opening of the wedding gifts. He was getting restless as each piece of crystal, tea towel set, and bar of perfumed soap was opened. Then one gift, especially marked for him to open was handed to him. He yawned and tore the end off to reveal the combat knife I had given "them." He went nuts, got up and moved to a chair in the corner away from everyone, and sat there sheathing, unsheathing, sheathing, unsheathing, you get the picture! The "thank you" note they sent included a few words written by Paul himself to the effect, "Colonel Woodbury, you saved my life!"
I always give kitchen knives and sharpening systems for wedding gifts and have given my two sons and one son-in-law (a great guy) each a Randall of their choice from my dwindling collection. I have a couple left for my youngest daughter's husband (whoever he may be--she's only 14 and not interested in this subject yet) to choose from.