Reminds me of one My "Battle Buddy" Andy carried in the service in West Germany. He persisted in calling it his "Swiss Army Knife" even when I showed him what a SAK was actually like.
He always left his GI issue Fork Knife and Spoon out of his mess kit in the field as he "Already had a set"
One Christmas eve we took out a jeep for a motor patrol around our Combat Alert Site and we "borrowed" a fir tree about five feet tall from a tree farm. It was bitter cold and nasty with ice blowing up off the ground more than anything else. I took a couple of wacks at the tree with the axe from the jeep (each one had an axe and d handled shovel called "engineer tools") and it was like hitting concrete. Andy whipped out his Hobo Knife and opened the saw and I laughed.... until he actually cut the frozen little tree down!
We took the tree back to our barracks where we planted it in a sand bucket and the old NCOs (who were still up at midnight playing cards) went nuts and made paper chains, decorations from tin foil ( even pulled cigarette boxes from the trach and made things from the paper backed foil inside) and when I broke out the popcorn maker Grandma W sent me a couple of them made popcorn garlands.
Next morning was one of the best Christmases of my life, thanks in part to such a hobo knife!
-kBob