Back in 1990 I was counting down to the end of my enlistment in the Marines.
I was due to EAS on Jan 5, 1991, but Uncle Sam had other plans for me.
I was stationed at Camp LeJeune, NC and my job was running the language lab for the Crypto linguists and Morse Ops for the division. I was a Morse Op and I copied Morse Code for the Intel Field (MOS 2621 - Manual Morse Intercept Operator). I held a Top Secret clearance.
When Desert Shield was underway, I was about to get out, so when 2d Radio Battalion went over, I stayed back and managed the lab. When the brainiacs that ran the system needed bodies, I was picked at random to join the Combat Casualty Replacement Unit. I separated from my unit and joined the CCRU. I was issued all new gear and I was going to war as a grunt.
I went to the Base Exchange and bought the best fighting knife I could find.
I picked up a Gerber TAC II and put in on my web gear and my bayonet in my pack. I felt more comfortable for some reason with the Gerber.
I carried that knife with me all around Saudi/Kuwait/Iraq. I trusted that thing to open packages and save my life if need be.
When I got back home and discharged, I went out to the river with my best buds from home and had the Gerber with me. My very good friend who is a knife NUT just drooled all over it.
He wanted to trade me a folding Benchmade for it. Since I really wanted to forget all about my tour in the sand, I made a hasty trade for the knife even though I didn't want to carry a $150 folding knife (this was back in 1991 dollars). The knife lived in my junk drawer for years.
About 5 years ago I started wishing I never traded the knife, and as luck would have it John still had it. We agreed to trade but it never happened.
Today my wife took her CHL class and when she got home, she handed me that beautiful knife that traveled to the middle east and back with me.
Here's a couple of Google images since I'm too lazy to take some.
I was due to EAS on Jan 5, 1991, but Uncle Sam had other plans for me.
I was stationed at Camp LeJeune, NC and my job was running the language lab for the Crypto linguists and Morse Ops for the division. I was a Morse Op and I copied Morse Code for the Intel Field (MOS 2621 - Manual Morse Intercept Operator). I held a Top Secret clearance.
When Desert Shield was underway, I was about to get out, so when 2d Radio Battalion went over, I stayed back and managed the lab. When the brainiacs that ran the system needed bodies, I was picked at random to join the Combat Casualty Replacement Unit. I separated from my unit and joined the CCRU. I was issued all new gear and I was going to war as a grunt.
I went to the Base Exchange and bought the best fighting knife I could find.
I picked up a Gerber TAC II and put in on my web gear and my bayonet in my pack. I felt more comfortable for some reason with the Gerber.
I carried that knife with me all around Saudi/Kuwait/Iraq. I trusted that thing to open packages and save my life if need be.
When I got back home and discharged, I went out to the river with my best buds from home and had the Gerber with me. My very good friend who is a knife NUT just drooled all over it.
He wanted to trade me a folding Benchmade for it. Since I really wanted to forget all about my tour in the sand, I made a hasty trade for the knife even though I didn't want to carry a $150 folding knife (this was back in 1991 dollars). The knife lived in my junk drawer for years.
About 5 years ago I started wishing I never traded the knife, and as luck would have it John still had it. We agreed to trade but it never happened.
Today my wife took her CHL class and when she got home, she handed me that beautiful knife that traveled to the middle east and back with me.
Here's a couple of Google images since I'm too lazy to take some.
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