When I was a little kid, I asked my Grandfather about this strange bent looking knife he had on the wall. He told me stories about the Gurkha and how they terrified their enemy by sneaking up on them and silently slitting their throats. Gurkha are not to be messed with.

I have one of these knives. My father brought it back from India. He fought in China, India, and Burma in WWII.