When final taps is sounded and I am through with all life cares,
I'll walk my last parade upon those shining golden stairs.
An Angel there will welcome me, and harps will start to play;
I'll draw a million PX checks, and spend them all one day.
The great commanding officer will smile on me and tell;
Come take a front seat Soldier,
For you have served your last hitch in hell.
|Blade centering is off to one side though neither blade touches the liners. I also found it interesting that the cap pin is somewhat exposed inside and doesn't pass through the springs. This could be a common practice for all I know.|
|Not really as discernible by this shot as I intended, but there is some uneven grinding, and places where the bolsters weren't finished down to the liners.|
|The Shuredge shield, still crisp and clean.|
|The jigging is a touch over zealous which doesn't help promote the affordable plastic covers.|
|Where the details matter, they are right. There is a small step from the springs to the blades but they meet almost perfectly square.|
|Here we see gaps, but I can't squeeze them shut and the knife is still as tight as the day it was made with strong spring tension and excellent snap opening and closing.|
|Getting the rust removed from the pen blade was tedious and left it deeply scarred.|
|The tang stamp dates it from 1940-1964.|