The grudge match; Boot Camp 1951

[oneighty]

At one hundred forty pounds soaking wet I have nothing going for me except bravado and stupidity and fear of defeat. My opponent the recruit company Master at Arms on the other hand is big, strong, ugly and mean.

We square off over at the gym. The gloves were on the rules set. First to quit loses. My main supporter is an Italian boy, the nephew of a famous lawyer in Buffalo. He cheers me on.

The fight is on. Every time he hits me which is often and frequent I go down. The fight progresses; up down. up down; my tears and snot and blood flying.

Once I get in a wild right hook, his head snaps sideways. He sits down removes his gloves. And no, we were never friends after that either.

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[DarkPhenyx]

1. Thus ends our reading for today.

Good story. I like it. I've always said that if you keep fighting you just might win. Laying down and quitting only means that you are sure to lose. Not every fight is worth that kind of commitment mind you, but the ones that are deserve everything you have. :)

Put your back to the wall, draw your bayonet, and take as many of the bastards with you as you can before you go down.

Just don't give up the high ground in the process.