Bonelessness

[Drunk Monk]

He still shot rifles with his right. His hand was crippled with scrapnel, leaving it a claw-like mass so he had to wear a special custom leather brace over his palm, wrist and forearm. But he had limited movement in those fingers, just enough to pull a trigger. 

The gold-capped bear penis swizzle stick was one of three things I hoped to inherit from him (the other two were a katana and wakazashi, both blades in shirasaya storage mounts). In his autumn years, some lady befriended him and slowly robbed him of many possessions as his mind went. My family tried to intervene, but Gramps was stubborn. I'm not sure what was retained and what was lost. My cousins inherited the house, which is on some prime property, but they deserved it. They're Hawaiian - lived there all their lives. 

All I got were a few odd things, some drinking glasses and such. However, he gave me some things while he was still alive, a treasured remounted tanto (he found the blade in a river, likely hidden by some Japanese family during WWI - he remounted it to gut deer), his WWII binoculars (his second pair - his first pair caught a bullet aimed for his heart in Italy), and his purple heart. He also gave me a car - Shadow - my grey toyota with the moon roof. That was one of my favorite chariots. 

I'm sad about the blades, of course. I only saw them as a child and now that I know a lot more about blades, I'm really curious as to what they were. The swizzle stick would've only been to taunt Ivor more. I don't mix drinks and have no other need for a swizzle stick.