This is a discussion on Why have Americans become so timid? within the General Talk forums, part of the General Discussion category; I still remember years ago buying my boys some nice pocket knives at the feed mill. You would have thought I was handing them gold. ...
I still remember years ago buying my boys some nice pocket knives at the feed mill. You would have thought I was handing them gold. They sure had good times with them and learned how to take care of them. Part of their Boy Scout training was the Tote N Chip where they learned to care for and sharpen knives axes and buck saws. I use my knife all the time when I am working in the garden. I have a "Morakniv" that is a real beater. I abuse it on a regular basis but it comes back for more. I carry a small pen knife with me to work to open small single dose med packages. (I keep my nails short so I can't use them.) I would be lost if i didn't have a knife handy at work or at home.
Sic Vis Pacem Para Bellum
Too Soon Old, Too Late Smart
My boy was about to deploy to the Stan with the 82nd some years back. Thought I'd send him a Gerber that I'd carried when I was in Korea. Got it back in almost the return mail with a note that his 1SG told him that he'd face an Article 15 if he took it along.
Times have changed and not for the better
It's all true, give or take a lie or two.
They've had 75 years to do it to us. I'd say they did a pretty good job, frog in the pot.
A couple weeks ago my 8 year old granddaughter began negotiating with me for a birthday present.
Can I have one of those folding knife thingies? (I had given a 13 yr old grandson a Swiss Army Knife)
No, a knife isn't going to happen.
Cause mommy said so. (Notice how I cleverly shifted the blame.)
How do you know that?
Cause I talked to her the other day and we talked about it.
OK, how about a gun?
And he will be a wild man; his hand will be against every man, and every man's hand against him;... Genesis 16:12
I've had a folding Buck or Schrade in my pocket since grade school.
First you have to give up. First you have to know, not fear, know that someday you're going to die.
I got my first knife from my favorite uncle when I was about 10 or 11. It was a knife he carried and I watched him perform all sort of magic with it from carving fire starting sticks to surgery when I got a sliver jammed into my palm. I received it (his, not a duplicate) for Christmas. The morning after a vivid dream where he said I had a special surprise under the tree. The same day the family was told of his death.
While I don't carry it anymore due to shrinking of the blade due to sharpening all these years, I have it tucked away and still fondly hold it once in a while.
I really want one of these!Hidden Content