When I was a kid I was brought up for the first five years by my Mother and my Gran...........so I was what we call in England a bit of a sissy..........when my Dad returned from the War he was horrified to see me picked on and regularly bullied at school.
So my Dad started to teach me Unarmed Combat techniques that as a former Royal Marine Commando he knew well.Each week he would show me how to defend myself against different forms of attack.
This week on Tuesday ................some 60 years later..............I was attacked by a man with a knife as I was walking home after buying some groceries and some wine to have with a fine fish we'd bought that afternoon.
The guy was with a woman and another man on the opposite side of the road and he was talking with them and waving his arms about but that's not uncommon here..........the French do talk with lots of gestures.When they were directly opposite me he suddenly shouted at the top of his voice and I naturally looked across ............. he caught my eye and shouted something at me and then ran full tilt towards me pulling a knife when about two metres away and swung at head height.........I managed to parry with my left hand (got just a small nick on the finger) and then hit him with the bag full of shopping (heavy).Unfortunately for him the wine bottle hit him on his forearm when he blocked the blow.....it broke and badly lacerated his forearm.I fell because I was off balance but he went back to the other side of the road.There were 5 witnesses and he went to hospital and not me.
But for my Father's teaching I would now be badly wounded at best or dead at worst.
Thank you Dad!