Every springtime as I work that Makita buffer over my shoulders I find myself in contemplation that this tool that so works my upper body is almost the same weight as the M1 Garand that so many GIs carried from Normandy to Berlin, Anzio to Rome. I think about that and it gives me a new perspective on the 16 hours of buffer discomfort, and remind myself not to complain. At least I’m not getting shot at.