I have gifted a BK11 to my dad. He was carrying a cheap folder for years, and it gave out on him. Despite being 65 years old, he is still working for the Sherrifs Department, so he needed a dependable little knife that can fill roles from cutting to prying.......so BK11! It is small enough to fit on his duty belt, but not take up too much space (all police officers know that the real estate on your duty belt is severly limited), and still pack a bunch of power and handle a variety of tasks.
Now, for the next Becker I would gift would be a BK5 to an Allen (last name left out intentionally), an Army buddy of mine. We served together for many years at Ft. Bragg; both before he went to Korea, and after he returned. We spent many a long field problem putting up with each other shit, drinking enough alcohol to set world records, and fought together during the invasion of Iraq in 2003. We even got into Beckers at the same time. I picked up a BK7, so when I was showing it off to everyone, he fell in love with it and ordered one as well. (Stick with this, goign to get "wierd" for a minute) So, between missions, Soldiers get downtime with nothing to do to occupy themselves. One of these days, Allen was waiting for his BK7 to arrive in the mail, and that took a long time back then. So, we were living in an old Iraqi Bunker, and we shared a "room" (more of like a closet just big enough to hold two cots with a home made shelf system made of empty MRE boxes between out cots). I was gone on mission, and he was back in our room. At this particular time, I left my BK7 on my shelf. It was brand new, and I was still so in awe of it, I didn't want to mess it up. Besides, I had my Kabar zip-tied to my vest, and didnt feel like resetting my kit. So I left it behind, thinking it would be fine. Well, it was..........but Allen got curious. He started playing around with it. No big deal, my shits his and so forth,so I have no issues. Well, like anybody who pickes up a Becker for the first time......you are amazed. Of course, you will eventually test the blades edge by shaving a patch of hair off your arm. Well, Allen got to this point, and shaved a patch of hair from his arm. In his words, it was so sharp and cut so easily, he just kept going. Not just another small patch, but the entire arm. Then the other arm. Then his legs. Then his chest. Then he decided to do some "manscapping". No big issue. He told me when I got back, we laughed, used to that kind of shit. Now lets jump forward 24 hours. Iraq is a shitty place. It's hot as balls, sand/dust gets into everything, and back then.....we didnt have access to shower points and our personal hygine was definatly lacking (my record is still 62 days with nothing but brushing my teeth and taking air baths, my clothes were rotting off of me). With this shitty climate, combined with the fact that not shaving your body for a long time gets you unacustomed to it Allen got razor burn......bad...............all over. Now, we still laugh about this, even 9 years later. Well, Allen just got medically retired. Back in 2007 he burned in pretty bad on a jump, and got a serious head injury. It limited him from a bunch of duties and activities, to include being a paratrooper. He continued to serve till this year, taking TDA assignments and working outside his MOS. Due to his head injury, he has a bunch of medical issues, and according to the doctors, will have severe dimentia within the next few years. So, in order to enjoy the rest of his time with his family, they retired him early. He still only owns the BK7 he got in 2003, but it sits on his nightstand as his home defense. Anybody who shaves their entire body with a BK7, particularly in Iraq, and deals with horrible razor burn, deserves a BK5. I would also have it engraved with his name and rank with service dates of 1998-2012, as a reminder of both his service, and our friendship.
I apologize if it was a difficult read, being jammed into one mass paragraph....it's been a rough/busy day, I'm tired, and to top it off, I just took a bunch of alergy medication, and sleeping pills.....my bed is calling.