K-Bar Story: my Dad came back from Vietnam in 1967 (he was with 3rd Marine Division then) and joined the PA State Police. In 1968 shortly after the King Assassination riots, my Dad was escorting a prisoner to the emergency room at a hospital in Pittsburgh, PA when a tall man walked in with a K-Bar, sunk, up to the hilt, in the center of his forehead. He was rushed into surgery, the doctors later proclaimed that the knife had neatly passed between both lobes of his brain doing very little actual damage, but he did die in later surgery. True story. My father has carried a K-Bar every day, and still keeps one under the front seat of his Caddy (he lives at the Jersey Shore now.)