After Dad passed on in 1986, my Mom gave me some of his war souvenirs. I found them rusting away in the basement on one of my rare trips home about 20 years ago. He joined the NY National Guard in the spring of 1940 and was issued this M1917A1 helmet and M1917 trench knife. He wore the helmet throughout the war games in the Southern states in 1940 and 1941. He was wearing it still when he was sent to Hawaii on the first ship to arrive there after pearl Harbor. And when he was posted on a lonely beach on the Big Island ready to fight off any Japanese invasion. When he was issued his M1 sometime in 1942, he sent the helmet and knife back home. If I remember correctly, he picked up the bayonet on Saipan. It is one of the very few of the many Japanese pickups he sent home to actually get to my grandparents. My nephew Chris, Dad's oldest grandkid is now old enough to appreciate these bits of family history, and financially secure enough that I don't need to worry them being sold. So I will pass them on to him when he stops by for a visit this spring. I will miss seeing them on my shelf, and the memories of Dad they bring to mind, but I think the time to pass them on is here. It's a strange happy yet sad feeling. Have any of you been in this situation before, either as the giver or receiver?