Tuesday, December 22, 2015

Late Shopping

It's three days until Christmas, and you're almost out of time.  What to do?

It may already be too late for some options, but Amazon may still save you.

It's hard to go wrong with a good water bottle, and Camelback makes a very good one.  Mine lasted for several years of use.  Pay no attention to the rumors that its demise were hastened by putting beer in it on more than one occasion.

When you care about people, you want to help them through the dark places.  The little Fenix and Pelican lights are good ways to do that.

The Fenix is a very compact, inexpensive light that's good for keychains.

The Pelican is an exceptionally good light that is slightly larger and more expensive, with a push button on/off.  It's suited for pocket carry, and still economical.

The Boker Magnum Li'l Friend Micro is a tiny, cute knife for less than $20.  It has 440A steel, which isn't great but also isn't terrible on a knife that will probably be mostly used for opening mail.  The Li'l Friend comes with a ball bead chain for neck carry, or it can be put on keys, or carried in or on packs.  This is a useful small knife for things you don't need bigger knives for.  It's also a good gateway drug to begin to acclimate people who are afraid of tools.

The Kershaw Cryo is a very nice folder with a "flipper" at an attractive price.  Smooth scales, "deep carry" pocket clip, and relatively thin despite heavy duty construction mean you can carry this even in nice pants at most jobs.

The Byrd brand is Spyderco's super bargain line of knives, made in the PRC with Spyderco quality control.  The consumer gets Spyderco quality and ergonomics for what you would expect to pay for a crappy Winchester knife.  The Cara Cara is the Byrd version of Spyderco's very popular and strong but light for size Endura.  It's a bargain for less than $25.00

The smaller, Delica-sized Meadowlark  is less than $20. 

If you have more discretionary income, the Spyderco Manix 2 LW black is my favorite folding knife in the entire world.  It is light and strong, has good steel that resharpens extremely easily, is fast into action, and has a good grip but won't eat your pants like G10 models can.  Not "cheap" at a bit over $70, but I think still a bargain for what you get.

As a last resort, you can always email them an Amazon gift card.  That way, you know they'll have it on Christmas.

Happy Holidays, y'all.

Tuesday, November 10, 2015


I knew veterans, growing up.  My mother’s father had served in the Army Air Corps in World War II.  My mother’s stepfather had been a sailor in the same conflict.  My father’s father had been a Soldier in World War II, and my father’s older brother had fought in Korea as a paratrooper.  I admired the service of these men, and eagerly listened anytime they felt like talking about their experiences.  My maternal grandfather had been a navigator on bombers, and his stories mostly involved pleasant experiences in the air and while training in Florida.  My paternal grandfather was a man of his hands, and he would talk about the guns he used, and what they could do, while my mother’s stepfather never talked about his service.  My mother explained that he had served on destroyers, and was haunted by the screams of men who had drowned when their sealed compartment had flooded.  Service clearly left survivors with stories, but some of them no-one would want.

I was very interested in the service, but was talked out of joining when I was nearing high school graduation.  I went into the civilian workforce.  When I was about 28, I again considered enlisting, but decided military service would not help me further my goals.

I had been working for a telecom company for several years by September of 2001.  On the morning of September 9, one of my coworker friends called me as I was about to leave for work.  He said a light airplane had crashed into the World Trade Center.  I headed into work.
At the call center, we had overhead monitors hung where they were visible by everyone.  Most of the time, the monitors displayed call center stats or regional information, but today they played the news.  We saw the second airplane go in moments after it happened, and then saw it from different angles as more footage came in.  We hoped and prayed for the lives of thousands trapped in the enormous buildings as they burned, and then crumbled.  As the events of the day continued to unfold, I fielded many calls that my care reps were struggling to handle.  I found myself explaining again and again to callers desperate to reach friends and family in New York the problems we were facing: a phone system flooded with calls, antennas lost on the World Trade Center, and available signal in use by thousands of emergency responders. 

When the day was over, I waited to see what my country’s leadership would do.  I admired President Bush’s strong stance, while being alarmed at his “with us or against us” national rhetoric.  I waited to see if we would take substantive action, or just fire some cruise missiles as token retribution for our thousands of innocent dead.  I supported a strong national response, believing that forceful action was necessary to deter future attacks on my civilian countrymen.

When it became clear that the US would respond with major force, I went to talk to a recruiter.  The recruiters looked at my test scores, and suggested high-tech specialties, but I knew what I wanted.  A new young soldier at the recruiting station tried to persuade me to choose Psychological Operations, telling me the day of the foot soldier had passed.  I knew better.

Superior vehicles make a difference.  Air superiority can crush infrastructure.  But winning a war, now and in the foreseeable future, requires Soldiers on the ground.  I arrived at Fort Benning, Georgia for Basic Training the month before my 30th birthday.

Service is a gift, and a burden.  Service members may be called upon to give their everything, and are expected to do it without question.  In return, we get a family that will die for us, if need be.  We forge bonds that will last a lifetime.  We see places, and do great things, and boring things, and horrible things, and at the end of the day, we have our conscience and our duty.

War is mud and blood, months of boredom and work, and seconds and minutes of adrenaline, muscles screaming as they are pushed to the limit to enable an overwhelming response to silence the enemy, and protect our brothers and sisters in uniform. 

I know a lot of things I didn’t know when I enlisted.  I learned that pain alone is not reason to quit, that I have mental and physical reserves that can carry me if I build them up, and that I have to stay strong enough to carry my fellow Soldiers.  I learned that training is better than raw courage, that you always need more water than you thought, and that a good plan executed at the right time beats a great plan that starts too late.  I learned that two soldiers are four times as effective as one, SPORTS, General Order Number One.

I learned that I was weaker than I had thought, and much stronger.  I learned that I would never be truly alone, that if I ever became separated from my team, millions of my countrymen would keep looking for me until I was found.  I learned that officers eat last.  I learned that some of the toughest soldiers need an encouraging word now and then.  I will never stop learning, because there is always more to learn, but I know the most important things.

My name is John, and I am a Soldier of the United States of America.

Monday, May 4, 2015

Ladies and Gentlemen, I Give You...

The ARK.

So much thanks to Sam Owens, and Sal Glesser and the other good folks from Spyderco.