I purchased my Justin standard work boots in January 2001 in El Paso, TX, size 10 while I was stationed there in the military. In the past 4,750 days I have owned these amazing boots I have worn them at least 2,500 days. They have tilled, plowed, hunted, fished, flown airplanes, held me up at the bar, road Harley Davidson's, and generally thrilled men and women throughout the world.
I now work as a contract pilot overseas and wear them on a daily basis. They have been to Iraq, Afghanistan, Jordan and even horseback riding in the foothills of the Himalayan Mountains of Kyrgyztan. They even started on fire at a fire pit in Kabul. They provided my feet with extreme comfort at every opportunity. They have dressed up with me and they have dressed down with me; work or casual is a no small feat for these footwear.
I always took the appropriate care of saddle soap and mink oil, like new every time. I swear I could run a marathon in these boots and have often thought of doing this. I loved them, they loved me. Fit my foot like a well fitted glove.
After 13 years of dedicated service time grew the better of them. The soles were worn to the core and finally the entire tread separated from the boot. I immediately conducted surgery on them with the use of "Shoe Goop" to adhere the sole back to the boot and a vice grip; it was horrible to watch and there was a tough several days when I didn't know what would become of them.
Sadly, they didn't make it. I buried them on a sunny Tuesday afternoon on my property, the ceremony was glorious. I check the gravesite everyday, flowers, spilt beer like the old days. I know deep inside that they are watching over me. I have many photos of me in my boots that I will forever treasure; and someday we will be together again.
Thank you Justin
Submitted by: James from Alabama.
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