In celebration of the eighth anniversary of the start of this thread, I've decided to discuss my own carry of Cold Steel into a combat zone. The reasons I had for not mentioning it sooner are mostly dispensed with, and the thread hasn't been updated in a long while, so this seems as good a time as any.
In the summer of 2005, I volunteered with my then-employer for a temporary duty assignment to Afghanistan. In preparing for my trip, naturally I thought long and hard about what knives to take. As voluntary TDY assignments were relatively new ground and the unit I was traveling for was bad about supplying relevant details, I was left to guess about a great deal of my equipment needs and some of the logistics of my trip. My biggest concern, knife-wise, was whether, as a civilian, I would be subjected to customs searches en route and therefore liable to have some (or all) of my knives confiscated by overzealous customs officials.
Strider was The Big Deal back then. (The lies about the knives and their makers were still flowing like water and hadn't been exposed yet.) So I bought a PT model, thinking its small size would pass through just about any country's customs search. But when the knife arrived, I found it too small, as well as too expensive for what it was. As I examined it, I thought, 'What could I do with this $300 PT that I couldn't accomplish with a $30 Gerber LST?' When I discovered that my employer wasn't funding any of my gear procurement (
after I'd already bought a bunch of stuff, naturally!), that clinched it and I returned the PT.
Back to square one for a locking folder, I finally decided to take one of my Cold Steel Voyagers, a partially serrated Large Tanto model. I figured that it was inexpensive enough to not cry over if it was confiscated or I lost it somehow, small enough to not draw too much unwanted attention, and tough and sharp enough to tackle anything I could ask of a folder while also serving as a backup to my fixed blade.
For my fixed blade needs, I seriously considered taking a Cold Steel as well, giving preference to an SRK or Recon Tanto. But again, my concern over confiscation plagued me, especially in Afghanistan. I could deal with possibly giving up a quality folder, but the idea of having a combat knife siezed from me and then later potentially turned against me or my fellow countrymen on the battlefield was anathema. So I ended up taking a Frosts Mora instead.
As it turned out, my customs fears were unfounded. My passage through Europe was uneventful. And when I deplaned in Kabul, I was met on the tarmac by my country-wide commander, who introduced himself, shook my hand, and handed me my issue pistol and body armor before piling me and my travel companions into his vehicle to drive us to his office for our in-brief. Clearly this was a war zone, where administrative procedures were rightly discarded.
When I got to Bagram, where I was assigned, I eventually visited the base PX and discovered that it contained both SRKs and Recon Tantos for sale. I considered buying one to carry with me. But at the time it seemed like an unnecessary waste of money, as my primary duties were not exactly what I'd volunteered for and my excursions into the field would be few.
As it happened, I didn't need to buy another knife anyway. Roughly midway through my TDY, as I was cleaning out one of our vehicles, I found an SRK left behind under one of the seats. After determining that it didn't belong to anyone in my group and no one knew anything about where it came from, I threw it in my pack and it accompanied me for the rest of my tour. Thankfully, I never needed it for anything. (I didn't use my Mora for much, either. But that doesn't mean I wasn't glad to have it along.)
My Voyager served me well throughout my time in Afghanistan. I didn't end up demanding too much of it, just the typical knife chores. Toward the end of my TDY, I pulled it out to use for something and one of the guys on my task force expressed his admiration for it and offered to buy it from me. He was a Ranger and probably had need of a good folder, so I thought seriously about taking him up on his offer or just giving it to him. But that knife had been a constant companion during my entire time in-country and I just wasn't willing to part with it. In retrospect, I'm glad I kept it, as both it and the SRK are special to me now, reminders of a tough assignment that I hope made at least a small difference in preserving America's security.
So, that's the history. Here are the knives.
The found SRK. The custom camouflage job was already on the blade.
My round-trip Voyager.
-Steve