When I was working in this machine shop in my early 20's a guy started working there.
Larger than life fellow.
The kind of person where Everything about them is interesting..... Everything.
Lots of stories.
He was a bad kid, just like in the movies the Judge said either you are going to jail....or enlisting in the Army. He chose the later.
He was a very colorful sort, I won't say a lot though for privacy reasons, and really I lost track of him, idk if he's still around......?
All his stories, in life though he didn't talk much about his service in Nam. I knew he was an Army Ranger, and that's about it.
Working second shift, and the guys liked to Drink after work. Friendships, or at least comfort and acceptance develops.
R. Went out to his car and came back with a Unfortunately Large photo album. More than 2" thick. I'll save the details, but R. Reenlisted again, after he was done. After his time spent . He could of left, and gone home... but after loosing too many good friends, he said that " he didn't kill enough of them"..... His scrapbook said differently.
My brother in law loves knives, and doesn't have any of Mine. I haven't offered. He grumbles that All of mine look like kitchen knives. Maybe that's true....
But the thin, Hard field knife
I designed and made for R. (In my head, what He'd want/Then, back There)
Had a different purpose....
"Trophy Hunter"
This....seems like the quintessential Rambo Knife