Well, I decided what I'm going to bring. Something small enough to fit in my jeans pocket. The tiny pocket knife that was my grandfathers that I got when I finished basic training. It reminds me I'm a soldier. . .a fighter. . .and tough. It also reminds me of my beloved grandfather, and good memories from childhood. Too small to do any real damage I suppose. . .but I won't be telling T I have it. He gets bent out of shape about stuff like that. . .I'm a former SI'er.