This realisation came to me when I moved from Portugal to England – and had to start looking after myself. I had an empty room with just my rucksack. The kitchen was empty with no cutlery at all. Suddenly my Champ with the crossed shield became my lifeline whether it was cutting vegetables, opening tins, pasting mouldy bread with cheap jam or steering in the soup.
I bought some kitchen improvements (one was a pan instead of using my metal mug to cook in) but never was a knife bought.
Now I rent a room at a better place but my new best friend stays by my side. Always.

On a different note I am also very stunned with the excellent quality of the sheath. It is already several years old still no rips or anything. One of the reasons might be because I waxed it with saddle wax which keeps it moisturised. The knife itself is attached to paracord which in turn is attached to my belt with the rest cord tucked into my pocket.

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Reinhardt