Years ago after I got my braces off, I had to wear a retainer. As most parents know, retainers and kids are polar opposites. True to form, I lost the top retainer in what seems like a matter of weeks just after I'd been fitted for it. Being the crafty kid I was, I fashioned a thick paper clip into the shape of the wire that extended over the front of my newly straightened pearly whites.
It worked like the proverbial charm. All I had to do was make sure I was wearing my 'retainer' when I got off the bus. Mom always checked.
(Do you see where I'm going with this?)
One spring day, many months later, I came home from school to have mom ask me if I had my retainer. "Sure mom, see?
I flash a faux grin to show her the device obediently in place.
"Then what do you call THIS?!" as she slammed the nearly warped beyond recognition and faded retainer down on the table. Apparently I'd lost it in the side yard and that's where it stayed until my mom found it.
The jig was up. "That's all I have to say about that." - Forrest Gump, c1994
Perhaps our protagonist had a demanding CO who ordered him to make a new new buckle since he carelessly lost his original.
Just a fantasy I suppose but for some reason, seeing the buckle reminded me of that dang retainer.