I reached into my pocket and realized that my swiss army knife was gone!
I have had that thing since my very first field exercise in Germany. I bought it at the Grafenwöhr PX in 1988. It's a discontinued Victorinox Champion. The closest thing you can get now is the SwissChamp, which is thicker and has two extra tools.
It's actually the second one I bought at that PX. The first one was stolen. To help prevent future theft, my buddy Fred carved my last name into the plastic. I mentioned Fred here before, he's my friend whose wife had him murdered.
I found it in the couch, but it was scary to have lost something that has been such a fixture in my life for so long. After all, my knife is old enough to drink. There are only two things in my life that I have owned longer, my drafting table and my camouflaged Zippo.
For someone who was uprooted every couple of years for a good hunk of his life, things like this start to really matter.
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