History and discussion of the wonderful multi-tool knife variously known as: Boy Scout Knife Scout Knife Camp Knife 4 Blade Knife Soldier Knife Demo Knife Demolition Knife Soldier Knife Swiss Army Knife … and probably 10 additional names I’m not even aware of!

Part 2. A demonstration on how to make a box/square stitch lanyard. You can buy these from internet stores but it is much more fun doing it yourself.

i stopped writing i lost my motivation cause of some drama and i don’t like to write out of anger…so yea tell me what you think of my last 3 works
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"Life as a Hood Soldier"
Waking up every morning just questioning god
wondering why all his actions are just kinda odd
seeing everyone shooting at each other
just because everyone is in a different squad
every time walking down the street seeing another mom cry
cause her only son has just died
knowing every man born in the hood is a soldier
being stuck in battle as if were tied
getting being dragged into war based on color
but we try not to mind cause of the big dollars
not caring who we hurt or kill
as long as were just standing taller
thinking life is just based on respect
only thing we wanna do is go out and collect
just making sure we get our cut
cause we hate to give what everyone else expects
even knowing we might not get much older
but we don’t care we just want that rag resting on our shoulder
feeling like a boxer going out on his last fight
not knowing this might be our last day as a hood soldier

Just getting lost in our own mind
thinking that everything is just gonna be fine
till you hear that your homie just got murdered
making the only thing go through your mind is that someone is gonna have to die
but really deep down you discover you just wanna escape
cause as were getting older were getting tired of all the rape
just wanting to be at piece and hang up the badges
and just sit back and smoke on a little nice cape
thinking back wishing we didn’t get dragged into that
of our life of full combat
trying not to remember of all the horrible things
but its just to hard to forget beating a brat with a bat
wishing we can just take all of this back
but we cant cause we have to live with the fact
and just learn from experience
so we can come back with a different impact
even when the days feel like there getting colder
don’t just sit back and begin to smolder
you have to get up and redefine your life
as a hood soldier

wanting now to be a general of the new kind
to show them that they have to use there own mind
cause following someone else’s ideals of war
is just bad enough as being blind
so we just gotta work together to change this soldier life
cause im just tired of this life of strife
sitting back wondering if the song Changes is ever gonna come true
cause im still dreaming of a day when no one even has to use a knife
but we just gotta keep trying
cause im tired of seeing all the kids dying
but there is a better way of living this soldier life
were we dont have to keep our mothers crying
so we just need to stand strong and tall
and try not to fall
back into life of colored murder
cause we just wanna be better than them all
so we just need to come together and change life as a hood soldier
cause ain’t no other life that is colder
and so we need to help this war of mankind
to redefine the life as a hood soldier

To see a world in a grain of sand, And a heaven in a wild flower, Hold infinity in the palm of your hand, And eternity in an hour. A robin redbreast in a cage Puts all heaven in a rage. A dove-house fill’d with doves and pigeons Shudders hell thro’ all its regions. A dog starv’d at his master’s gate Predicts the ruin of the state. A horse misused upon the road Calls to heaven for human blood. Each outcry of the hunted hare A fibre from the brain does tear. A skylark wounded in the wing, A cherubim does cease to sing. The game-cock clipt and arm’d for fight Does the rising sun affright. Every wolf’s and lion’s howl Raises from hell a human soul. The wild deer, wand’ring here and there, Keeps the human soul from care. The lamb misus’d breeds public strife, And yet forgives the butcher’s knife. The bat that flits at close of eve Has left the brain that won’t believe. The owl that calls upon the night Speaks the unbeliever’s fright. He who shall hurt the little wren Shall never be belov’d by men. He who the ox to wrath has mov’d Shall never be by woman lov’d. The wanton boy that kills the fly Shall feel the spider’s enmity. He who torments the chafer’s sprite Weaves a bower in endless night. The caterpillar on the leaf Repeats to thee thy mother’s grief. Kill not the moth nor butterfly, For the last judgement draweth nigh. He who shall train the horse to war Shall never pass the polar bar. The beggar’s dog and widow’s cat, Feed them and thou wilt grow fat. The gnat that sings …

A video of my every day carry. – Wallet – Jack Wolfskin pouch with cellphone – Fenix L2D-CE Premium Q5 – Sunglasses – Keys & Lighter – Victorinox Spartan – Victorinox one handed trailmaster – Smith & Wesson 24/7