On and off since 1968 when I was in boot camp in San Diego. We were issued health and comfort bags from the red cross and USO back then. They don't do that anymore. Everyone who brought a razor and blades had to send them home with your clothes, etc. After being fitted and issued all of our uniforms and gear we needed for the first six weeks, we were issued our H&C bags. In them was a Gillette L model and an injector with 10 blades. When we got back to the barracks and had "junk on the bunk" inspection to made sure we got everything issued, Mr. Pearson, our CC (like a DI) started instructions on the razor. I raised my hand, pissing him off, and he came running over to my and asked what was my problem. I informed Mr. Pearson I didn't shave as all I had was a little peach fuzz. He replied, "Is that right?" He leaned over grabbed a few on my chin, and yanked them out. He put it up to my eyes and said, "What's that?" I replied, "hair." Hurt like hell. He then informed me that I would be shaving by stating, "You will start shaving now, whaleshit." Thus, began my wet shaving. They also included a can of Barbisol. Started seriously wet shaving in the 80's when my Dad passed away and he left me three Gillettes. A Fatboy, Slim and the ugliest 3 piece from the late 30's he used in WWII and Korea. He was retired career Army. Man, if that beat up old razor could talk, the stories it could tell. I use it occasionally. I found out it was called the 102, brass, old tooth and still shaves quite well.
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