As many of you know by now, I am 61 years old. And just being an observer in time for that long gives me an odd perspective, and I'd like to share that. For one, the sense of 'ego' falls to almost zero. Your life's record is easy to trace, your actions and job history are commonly known, and you "were there" throughout many historical events. For example, I was with a girl on Spooner Street in Madison, Wisconsin when Sterling Hall was blown up. I walked to class past the bomb crater. You can never use the word 'debris' in a story ever again without thinking of that. Same thing with fights, heroism and weaponry. And that's the story I wish to tell you. My wife and I have coffee after going to the gym, and we know the baristas at the shop quite well. One afternoon I chatted with a young guy who works there, and the night before he had taken a female co-worker to "The Hunger Games." He enjoyed the movie. We discussed events, and he asked me what was new. I had just polished the edge of my ZT0550, and I handed it to him, folded, remarking that a lot of soldiers, EMTs and cops carried similar models. I added that the ZT0300 was a very popular model for deployed soldiers. He thought about that for a second, his face fell, and he handed the knife back still folded. It was one thing to cheer at a movie. It was another thing to hold a real tool. We talked about that, and I asked him to bring up the ESEE Knives homepage on his lap-top. They make a survival arrow tip, and you should google it. If Katniss was a real person using cruder survival tools, she would have chosen something like it. Now the conversation wasn't so funny. I rep for that brand, and since the young female co-worker did own a bow, I asked the boy if he's like the arrow tip as a potential gift. He said no thanks and closed the site. And this is my observation as an older man. Fantasy is good natured fun until you hold the weapon. If you have any empathy at all, you cannot overlook that someone, somewhere successfully took life with that tool or otherwise the weapon would not even exist. I sharpened at a local Gander Mountain several years ago. I polished lots of "personal knives" for boys leaving to be deployed. I sold a Darrel Ralph knife to a weeping mother who wanted it for her son, an airman just about to leave. These memories color the prose I write in stories. I use, refine and collect weapons. I reload ammunition, I enjoy customized 1911 pistols. But I'm never going to kid myself, and neither should you. The idea of "bread and circuses" is not a new thing, people enjoy the stories and the characters within. But I think as you type your book, you ought to have a tactical folder next to your computer, to fondle for perspective.