I sometimes find it ironic when the most innocuous things can trigger a powerful memory.....
I was chatting with my old man today & suggested that we take a trip tomorrow to the biggest market in the Southern Hemisphere, where he can buy 250g of his favourite Gorgonzola cheese. A round-trip of about 3 hours. That's very fucking expensive cheese!
Since we would be there anyway, it made sense to buy-up BIG on other things like bulk meat & fish. I reckoned we'd need something substantial to carry the purchases, since he gets around with a walker. I went looking for an old Berghaus day-pack that I haven't used in a very long time.
The pack is very well used. The zips are unusable due to corrosion from too much exposure to salt water, it has holes in it & is very dirty, but the pack itself is still as strong as the day it was made.
It's been overseas with me many times & I've jumped with it carrying all my Comm's gear inside my main pack on operations (just in case I had to ditch the main pack & suddenly go "light" for an E&E exfil).
The strongest memory of it was sitting in a Blackhawk at night on an insertion on a "quick job", a month after a mate (& 17 others) died in a multiple Blackhawk collision in 1996.
Long story short, the aircraft went into free-fall at close to tree-top level & I remember this very pack full of radio gear rising off the floor of the aircraft in front of my eyes. I had to put my hand out & hold it down. The other hand was restraining my weapon.
Tomorrow, it gets put back into action after almost 30 years, to carry all the shit that my old man decides to buy at a food market.
I can't think of better use for it...