Wittmann clutches the dagger that started it all for him. It is an Army example "liberated" by his Uncle Harry during WWII. The swastika is forever "lost" from the crossguard as Wittmann and his brother, Ron, as children, used to throw this example into trees. Sentimentally rejecting the replacement of the crossguard on this WKC dagger, Wittmann also remembers a "rope-like" object once tied around the "handle", but this accouterment has gone to time. Next....