I got a gift, from a good friend of mine. A little back story here. This friend, went on a cruise. He had stated that he was gonna bring back souvenirs, which he really didn't have to. He finally came back, after being gone for like nine days. He told me he got everyone something, and, as always, my inner child came out. I WANTED to bounce and go "Whatisit? *bouncebouncebounce*", but I didn't. I waited patiently while he got acclimated, and idly mentioned it, and how i was curious on what he got me. So, I went up to his room to find out.
See, I've been wanting a K-BAR for a long time. A brand new one is $90, so I was saving up for it. He had a sheathed knife in his hand, and it was a K-BAR. This one is special though. This one, that he was holding, saved his life, and another soldiers life. It has been used. It is very special to him. I almost didn't accept it, because of this. Because it was special to him. But he mentioned it brought back bad memories. I don't like when people have bad memories remembered, and I didn't want to dishonor him by refusing. So I accepted it.
It means a whole lot for that knife to be given to me by him. To have such a special object be handed to me, regardless of the bad memories. I swore to him it wasn't leaving my possession for the rest of my life. And it is not.
Thank you, for passing it on to me. It means a great deal to me.
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