When my reserve unit was called up this one PFC showed up with some crazy ass fantasy knife when we did home station training for a week before heading to Ft. Bliss to head out to Iraq.
The mother fucker had a black and silver handle with a blade coming out of each side. Not just any blade but a fucking six incher off each side with crazy ass feathering to the blade. It looked some thing like the third one down here.
I asked him, Private...what the hell are you going to do with that? He told me it was in case he ever got into any "hand to hand shit". He was assigned to a slot as a supply clerk by the way.
I told him I never wanted to see it again, because he'd just fucking hurt himself with it. He may or may not have brought it, but I never saw it.
Funny how some assholes think.