Why a knife ? Unlike a gun, you must get close close enough to smell the opponent’s morning coffee and the last cigarette on their breath, putting yourself in danger. But the most important reason for me is that a knife is personal. It is not accidental, not a lucky shot or something meant for someone else. It is intended to bring grievous harm and death to its victim. That's all I wanted. I wanted to see the look in his eye when he realized that it wasn't me who would die this day. I wanted to hear that subtle exhale as he breathed his last breath. I wanted to see the light in his eyes dim as death overtook him. Most of all I wanted to feel the wet slap of my grip against his skin as the tempered steel tore through his stomach, through his diaphragm and into his heart, releasing my full hatred and his last hope at once.