||10-11-2011 03:15 AM
I carried the Leatherman Wave in Iraq, and was glad to have it.
Once upon a time, a young lance corporal of Marines was unloading a truck full of "stuff" that was to be delivered to the company cp. This young feller came across several large shipping boxes of Leatherman Waves. When this young LCpl asked the company XO, "Sir, are these for us?" the XO replied with an evil sneer, "Hell no, devil nuts, they're good will gifts for some of the locals, so we can win the hearts and minds you freaking tard".
The young Lance Corporal leading this B.S. working party was very disheartened and upset. He had been in this crap hold country for 8 months already and was sick and tired of getting shot at, having crap explode around him at random, and having to put up with the total idiocy of his chain of command.
So the young Marine had a bright idea. While no one was looking he just grabbed one of the boxes, walked into his squad leader's berthing area bold as brass, and dropped them on the Sergeant's cot. He then ripped open the box, grabbed one to put in his pocket, and said loud and clear, "I just jacked these from the CP, enjoy!!" And all the Marines in the platoon mysteriously reported that their families had all coincidentally sent them the same model multi tool at the same time.
A few long months later, this same industrious Marine was out on patrol, and somehow managed to trip on something. While laying on his side after busting his lip on his SAW, he looks to see what is wrapped around his feet. It was a nest of wires leading to a pair of 155MM rounds buried in a shallow depression. So he snatched out his Leatherman and began cutting all wires as fast as possible, after all, he thought, sometimes the unknown is better than the known.
Yeah, I'd give my left one to have it back.