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Well this is not really military related, hence the fact that I put it in the Off Topic section.
So I was at the bar the other night with a good mate of mine. As per usual, at the end of the night a big fight breaks out in the parking lot between a group of drunken boneheads and another squad of equally drunk and equally stupid knob jockeys who looked like their favortie pastime was comparing stretch marks and jucing up at the local gym.
So the entanglement eventually centers around two fellas who are really going at it. One guy eventually wins it fair and square. With the fight over the 2 eventaully shake hands after things calm down. Good, I though, clean fight, its over, whats done is done right...thats the way it should be. Well apparantly not in this case...
As the winner of the fight is walking away, the guy who lost and about 6 of his meathead buddies jump the guy from behind and proceed to pound the living snot out of the poor sod while the rest of his friends are being pinned down by superior numbers. Well I have never seen a more savage beating in my life...this kid was getting the crap kicked out of him...I'm talking head smashed into concrete, kicks to the head, his white shirt was soaking red with blood. I wanted to jump in, but there were literally like 20 of these guys and their friends. Well my friend, a firefighter (off duty mind you), says enough and tries to help the severely beaten guy out once they backed off. With a massive cut above his eye, this guy was bleeding profusely and was falling in and out of conciousness. So my mate started to administer first aid and called 911 on his cell.
Well the perpetrators did not take too kindly to my buddy helping this guy out...so as I am watching from across the way they start threatening my friend. Well they throw him to the ground, one guy grabs his hair and another starts to boot him in the face and neck.
Well I lost it then. All I can remember thinking was "Well there's six of them and 2 of you...ummmm...you're going to get your ass kicked you realize..." I jump in and instead of engaging these guys I just tried to pull my friend out to safety as they rain blows on the 2 of us.
Thankfully, one guy in the group had a wee bit of conscience and started to yell out "Hey guys, these 2 aren't involved, leave them alone!"
We eventually fled to safety and went home to lick our wounds.
Anyway, all I can say is that for the next days I have been fuming. I just remember feeling so frustrated and angry. As I go over it in my head I not only realize how malicious these guys were, but also that they fought so cheaply, ganging up on people 6 to 1. I don't know, I just hate it when you are outnumbered like that and you can't do anything. Well, I seriously have wished since then that I had a gun or something so I could have just kneecapped these guys and then taught them a nasty lesson. I don't know why, but I never really feel this way until I see massive injustice, then I get very emotional and very vindictive. I get so angry thinking about it that I start to feel frustrated. Has anyone else ever felt this way? Is this normal or am I just psycho or something? I just hate feeling so frustrated. Any similar stories would be good to hear!
All I know is that hopefully one day these assholes will get their comeuppance. In situations like this I do believe in karma.
And the moral of the story is never go to Gabby's Country Cabarat in Langley, BC...
So I was at the bar the other night with a good mate of mine. As per usual, at the end of the night a big fight breaks out in the parking lot between a group of drunken boneheads and another squad of equally drunk and equally stupid knob jockeys who looked like their favortie pastime was comparing stretch marks and jucing up at the local gym.
So the entanglement eventually centers around two fellas who are really going at it. One guy eventually wins it fair and square. With the fight over the 2 eventaully shake hands after things calm down. Good, I though, clean fight, its over, whats done is done right...thats the way it should be. Well apparantly not in this case...
As the winner of the fight is walking away, the guy who lost and about 6 of his meathead buddies jump the guy from behind and proceed to pound the living snot out of the poor sod while the rest of his friends are being pinned down by superior numbers. Well I have never seen a more savage beating in my life...this kid was getting the crap kicked out of him...I'm talking head smashed into concrete, kicks to the head, his white shirt was soaking red with blood. I wanted to jump in, but there were literally like 20 of these guys and their friends. Well my friend, a firefighter (off duty mind you), says enough and tries to help the severely beaten guy out once they backed off. With a massive cut above his eye, this guy was bleeding profusely and was falling in and out of conciousness. So my mate started to administer first aid and called 911 on his cell.
Well the perpetrators did not take too kindly to my buddy helping this guy out...so as I am watching from across the way they start threatening my friend. Well they throw him to the ground, one guy grabs his hair and another starts to boot him in the face and neck.
Well I lost it then. All I can remember thinking was "Well there's six of them and 2 of you...ummmm...you're going to get your ass kicked you realize..." I jump in and instead of engaging these guys I just tried to pull my friend out to safety as they rain blows on the 2 of us.
Thankfully, one guy in the group had a wee bit of conscience and started to yell out "Hey guys, these 2 aren't involved, leave them alone!"
We eventually fled to safety and went home to lick our wounds.
Anyway, all I can say is that for the next days I have been fuming. I just remember feeling so frustrated and angry. As I go over it in my head I not only realize how malicious these guys were, but also that they fought so cheaply, ganging up on people 6 to 1. I don't know, I just hate it when you are outnumbered like that and you can't do anything. Well, I seriously have wished since then that I had a gun or something so I could have just kneecapped these guys and then taught them a nasty lesson. I don't know why, but I never really feel this way until I see massive injustice, then I get very emotional and very vindictive. I get so angry thinking about it that I start to feel frustrated. Has anyone else ever felt this way? Is this normal or am I just psycho or something? I just hate feeling so frustrated. Any similar stories would be good to hear!
All I know is that hopefully one day these assholes will get their comeuppance. In situations like this I do believe in karma.
And the moral of the story is never go to Gabby's Country Cabarat in Langley, BC...