I Am More Hardcore Than You

I present, as proof, my combat boots. These combat boots make me more hardcore than anyone else with combat boots, because my combat boots actually saw combat. Er, not with me in them, but yes, they did. They belonged to my grandfather, who was a medic in the Korean War. When my grandparents were cleaning house in preperation for their move, they came out of the attic and Grandmother was just going to throw them away. (Honestly, even if no one was going to wear them, d'you know how much a pair of wonderfully intact fifty-year-old combat boots might fetch on eBay?) I spotted them and insisted on taking them, as I've been looking for combat boots for yonks, and free, vintage ones that belonged to my grandfather are extra special. (Besides, as I said--it would have been a crime to throw them out!)

( the boots, and ZOMG MUSIC NEWS )

Also, go read lady_moriel's amazing poem "Remnants", because she doesn't get plugged enough. Go on. Git.