A small for any old warrior type Buck Accumulators.

[Mossdancer]

I pruned this out of a long dissertation on a Weasel Flight in Early Viet Nam. Of interest is item contained within one mans survival gear. Read and find out what.
wb

BE PREPARED
Time to take stock of things. I look around for Ed but there are slight sea swells that limit line of sight to a pretty short distance. The nearest island look to be about 1,000 yards away. I sure hope it’s unoccupied. I open the survival kit to see what’ there. There should be concentrated food bars, water, fishing stuff, shark repellent, sea dye marker, emergency flares and all sorts of stuff necessary to make this a pleasant stay. To my chagrin, the kit contains nothing but two pairs of wool socks. Not a good start. Like most of the guys who fly out of Takhli, however, I’ve brought my own stuff. Our personal equipment NCO, Tech Sergeant Joe Perry, has rigged our survival vests with most of the necessities. I’ve got two blue plastic baby bottles full of water, two survival radios, a packet of sea-dye marker, a day/night signaling flare, my .38 Combat Masterpiece, extra ammunition and my trusty Buck General knife. I drink one of the baby bottles of water, reflecting that two of the best things in the world are good fresh air to breathe and cool water to drink.
In the back of my mind, I remember hearing that the South China Sea is one of the worst places in the world for poisonous sea snakes and sharks. I don’t know whether sharks like yellow rubber life rafts. "Yummy Yellow" is probably their favorite color. I quickly put that thought out of my mind. Maybe if I don’t go looking for them, they won’t come looking for me.
I get the radio out again, to see how the rescue operation is coming along. Everything seems to be going OK. Crown Alfa, one of the rescue planes, is asking our wingman if he has us spotted in the water. Ed is obviously listening too, as, a few seconds later, Pete says "I see one sea-dye marker, but don’t have the other pilot in sight." I consider putting out my own sea dye marker, or popping my flare, but decide against it. As long as they can see Ed, the rescue forces will come and then it’ll be time enough to let everyone know where I am. No telling how long we’ll have to wait.

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Cool, the BUCK "General" is a great knife!