So, being very patriotic this week, I broke out my old Emerson CQC-7 that I had carried with me through a 15 month deployment to Iraq. To say this knife and I went through a lot is an understatement.
It had sad times...like When my roommate was killed, I used that CQC-7 to cut his seat belt after we were hit by an IED.
It had happy times...like when I opened a package from my wife that had my wife's ultrasound pictures in it.
I retired the knife, but for some strange reason decided to stick it in my pocket yesterday. I spent all day out and about. I spent half the day on a tractor baling hay. The other half I spent helping clean up flood debris.
I got home late last night and the knife was gone.
I've always held a soft spot for Emerson and Spyderco, as I basically carried one or the other all around the world.
Losing this one hurt.
It had sad times...like When my roommate was killed, I used that CQC-7 to cut his seat belt after we were hit by an IED.
It had happy times...like when I opened a package from my wife that had my wife's ultrasound pictures in it.
I retired the knife, but for some strange reason decided to stick it in my pocket yesterday. I spent all day out and about. I spent half the day on a tractor baling hay. The other half I spent helping clean up flood debris.
I got home late last night and the knife was gone.
I've always held a soft spot for Emerson and Spyderco, as I basically carried one or the other all around the world.
Losing this one hurt.