A black Swiss Army knife. It was my grandfather's and was almost never used. He passed away a few years ago, it would be one of the few things I wouldn't give up for anything.
And that is awesome sir.brunt32 said:While my Grandfather was in the army he did a lot of work with those from the Gurkha regiment and after earning there respect one day during a battle in which he saved several of their lives, They gave him one of their very own Kukri. When my Grandfather died he left this blade to me, I would accept death before I let anything happen to it. As the blade is the symbolism of the courage and valor that my ancestors have lead before me.