Born in the early 70's, as a kid I was infatuated with the military. I liked G.I. Joe, dressed up in camo, ran around the neighbourhood. Kid stuff.
This was during the Cold War. It's funny how kids pick up on the vibe of what's going on. As I grew up and began to think a bit, I realized that someone on the other side of the planet could flip a switch, and an hour or so later, I and everyone I knew would either get vapourized, or endure a hellish end to our lives. No foliage left to blend into. I was utterly perplexed as to how our world could possibly have been brought to such a state. And I decided that it was insane. For a time, I was obsessed with learning how to live off the land. Then I became distracted by sports, and girls, and music.
Years later, rummaging through parts bins at a surplus warehouse on my day off, I'd come across a switch that was made for the military, and think: this switch could have killed people. I'd think about the military-industrial complex that made it, and how much taxpayer money must have gone into its design and manufacture. Sometimes, the switch was harvested from a husk of decommissioned equipment. Often it simply gathered dust for decades, periodically recatalogued as repair stock until finally getting sold off. The switch it was waiting to replace, in case of failure, never failed.
Ultimately, I use the best parts I can find for my builds... sometimes, this means ones from a military source. It gives me a special little pleasure to do so, to think that this switch - so beautifully made - could have ended lives, but instead will be used to make music.
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