who has your backPosted: March 1, 2013
Today is my birthday, well past halfway to one hundred.
I thought I would share a piece of advice my father once gave me.
Dad was a sailor in World War II, and in San Francisco at that time Sailors and Army soldiers often had differences of opinion over anything, but especially where women and alcohol were involved. One night Dad and a friend chanced to find themselves in a bar full of sailors and were chatting with a couple gals when a bunch of soldiers barged in, pushed in front of Dad and his friend and asked the girls if they could buy them a drink. Dad’s friend immediately hauled off and decked the soldier and an brouhaha erupted. The whole place became a punch palace. Chairs were smashed over heads, tables overturned, beer bottles flying.
Dad and his friend crawled under a table, made their way to a wall and then slowly inched out of the bar keeping their backs against the wall so no one could sucker punch them. Near the exit a squad of MP’s rushed up. “Sailors, what’s going on in there?” Then rushed past to make arrests of the trouble makers.
The moral: Nobody has your back like the wall