If you need any engraving done on a case just let me know Ed.
A little side story, John. I've lived in the same condo complex for nine years. The first summer I was there I hung out at the pool every weekend. There was also a group of Vietnam vets who were there every weekend - two Marines, two Army guys, and one Navy guy. The group and I always sat on the same side of the pool, and I listened to their stories, and their bickering, and their outright arguments over most of that summer. Then, they sort of adopted me. When one of the guys, Dan, met the woman of his dreams (number 5) he brought her to me for approval on their first date. She later told me that I "grilled" her that night. Heck, I probably did.
They've been happily married for four years now.
I understand that you guys know when it's time to argue, and when it's time not to argue. All of the guys from the pool group have moved away from the complex but, of course, they all keep in touch with each other, and with me. When we all go out it's like having five big brothers along. They are overly protective of me, but that's okay. One of the group is losing a battle to cancer right now so we don't have much time left with him. When my friend J.D. returned from Iraq (minus his right arm), the group took him in, so the traditions continue, and the stories will be remembered, and the one-uping and arguing are ongoing.
I said all that to say this . . . I have the utmost respect for military men and women and am proud to be able to claim at least a few as friends.
Thank you all for sharing.