No, this is not a picture showing what we found after an unannounced health and comfort inspection of the barracks. It’s merely another small sample of the kind of equipment you can find in the office of America’s 1stSgt.
I can see the questions forming in your minds now: “Why in heavens name so many sharp objects?” I know, right? At this rate, I’ll need to graft an extra set of arms to my torso just to wield all these beauties. Then again, it would be horrific to see some of you ladies if you actually had enough feet to fill all the shoes you own. We’ll just call it even then.
|The last thing the undead ever see.|
A full arsenal of keen edged butt kickery is essential whenever the plan of the day is slaying dragons, rescuing maidens, or thwarting villains. Any self respecting man of action will invest in a good knife or ten. Every red blooded American warrior dreams of braining zombies and other threats with a tomahawk (and well placed shot groups). EVERY single one.
It’s a fundamental law of ruggedness to own, fondle, and lust after a well forged blade. There are other inherent truths which naturally follow but we will not delve into them right now.
Fingers All Present.