Happiness Is A Fistful Of Sand
Today I got some new gear. Perhaps I`d should better write that I got some old, cheap and very used, ordinary USMC pouches. After some survey, I`ll rate them fu**ed up, stinky, well used, but damn sexy!
But what`s the clue? What`s the reason that I relish them over some limited, hard to get ones (e.g. CRYE, ABA, AOR-1,…)?
Because they are used and have seen Real-World-Action somewhere!
It`s not some new, lifeless nylon stuff, it is the smell of sweat, blood, sand and danger that has entered my untroubled home.
(If I am reading the lines above, I`d like to call my psychiatrist… )
Perhaps they have been used by some lazy MIL-noobs only (totally uncool…hahaha…), but i don`t care and keep my imagination running wild!
What`s in the Drop Pouch? Still some freaking damn sand from A`Stan? 100% for sure …