The P-38 can opener was used by soldiers to open canned field rations from WWII though the Viet Nam war. A p-38 hangs, at the ready, from my keyring in the event of a can-opener-less emergency, although I must confess I have yet t0 find myself in one. Another p-38 is sleeping in my camping contingency kit waiting to be called into service when there’s no other alternative.
I continue to carry a P-38 even though, in a world of Swiss army knives, it is probably not realistically practical. I suppose I carry one out of a sense of tradition, fascination with its history, and a preoccupation with the idea the day will come when I heroically open an otherwise un-openable can.
A man has to dream, doesn’t he?