So I am sitting here, this fine Saturday morn, in my comfy arm chair with a pipe, my slippers, and my first glass of scotch. What better time for me to critique and lecture today's actual warfighters and squaddies on what they are doing all wrong - and how I'd order them to fix it!!! One of our esteemed visitors took exception to the Fairbairn Sykes fighting knife in the loadout poast below. Let us focus our formidable intellects and resolve this question of knives once and for all.
We need to define our terms. Fighting knives are built from the ground up to kill. They are popular with knife makers as works of art because they have so much real estate to embellish and get creative. For our purposes here - our fightin' knives are about killin' - and that's it! Although you can fight and kill (handily in some cases) with smaller knives... let us assume we want an actual fighting length blade.
This is the legendary Fairbairn Sykes knife that started this train of thought. Back in better days and better times I knew men that carried this blade and might have found themselves in a position to actually use it for it's intended purpose... but the Old Guard is gone now. They would have vomitted in rage to hear us young punks dissing their blade. Several of the men I knew said it was the best fighter ever made.
I personally will not contest any of that. But I am a stubfart, and not a commando that might have to reduce an SS Stormtrooper to hamburger with nothing but stealth and a razor sharp knife. But gawd... I HATE double edged knives with a passion. I only have one and never use it. Depending on the chore at hand, I like to get a thumb on the spine of the blade for more control. If I were a war fighter, would I sacrifice lethality for practicality? I am kinda thinking I would; and if it were my call to make, the squaddies might have been much better served by something like this:
This is my idea of perfection: generous handguard, rugged stacked leather handle, a strong top false leading edge, a safe and practical rear spine, and a brutish pommel for noggin work!
Hmpppffff. Just looking at them though... even if ya strop it... I can see where this one might not keep up with the old commando for gizzard work... but it would be superior for camp work.
Who knows. Maybe I am better off stuck in my easy chair guzzling scotch than picking out gear for the real gunnies and squaddies of our day.