Grans, and a Story From Some Bar Brawling Back in The Day

Greetings and Salutations!
I appreciate EVERYONES contributions and perspectives that they’ve thrown up in the comments. Truly… they’ve helped me a lot with ‘maintaining my perspective’

Now on thing, tfAt, a fellow Rakkasan Brother who’s advised me to dip completely when it comes to the Grans? I can understand the perspective, however, It ain’t happening. -I- was the one who initially engineered Gran #1’s “rescue” if you will WAAAY back when she was only about a year old. Hell… I wasn’t even married to SWMNBN at the time which is exactly why she went to the OtherGrans.

Since we weren’t married, we knew (all of us) that the best bet when the State started examining the families so to speak for stability, that the OtherGrans were the best choice. I however was the one who came up with the scheme of telling DumbCunt that she and the BabyDaddy had “…worked so hard, and deserved a break from the baby…” which is why they left her with us, and gave us the time and ability to set things in motion…

And now?

Gran Number One, the Nukular Powered Never Sleeps Redhead has been formally adopted by the OtherGrans which means she’s safe forever. And for that? Well… maybe that one good deed is something I can be proud of for setting in motion. Maybe that’ll keep me out of Hell when the Reckoning comes right?

See… Family may be blood…
BUT
To me, Family is something/the people you choose.

And despite some bad choices, and shit-decisions I’ve made as well as ‘other’ things in my life, I choose to make sure Red and Addy are going to be in my life no matter fucking what and that they know it.

In fact, one of the things that drives SWMNBN absolutely bugshit insane is that OtherGran? Her X-Hubby? He and I, despite all of her machinations, actually were and now are close and get along thick as thieves. It positively drives her to madness…

I mean sure, he’s got his faults (like being a rabid Bucs fan LOL) but overall, even before the whole shytteshow, he and I actually got along pretty well… and now?

Well… let’s just say I get visitation after Red gets fully settled into school. Right now she needs to focus, but after? Frodrick (which is how I’ll refer to him, as he reminds me of Gene Wilder in “Young Frankenstein”) Frodrick has already said that Red can come for a weekend with Sapper and myself AFTER she gets her ‘school rhythm’ and pattern down.

That’s pretty important as she’s a wee bit ADHD and non-stop as I’ve mentioned… so making sure that getting her ‘patterns’ and regular ‘dynamic’ right is more important right now that a visit with Big Papi, Sapper and the Doggos. Once she’s good, I might spoil her with a trip to Busch Gardens or something… either way…

Family is important

BUT

Not if it hurts or harms you.
Or diminishes or degrades you
ESPECIALLY if the people who are doing this claim that they’re doing it out of ‘love’ or ‘care’ or even worse, the phrase “… for your own good!!!” That bullshit gets immediately classed under gaslighting and fuck everyone who’s ever done it to me in the past… preferably sideways with a jackhammer…

Hence why I have very limited contact with a lot of my ‘blood kin’… Like why should I tolerate disrespect, gaslighting and bullshit ALL because we have some ‘blood related relationship’?

Nope.

Done with that.
My family are who I choose

Like it, lump it, or leave it.
I’m too old to play semantic games.

And Red and Addy?
THOSE are my Grans.
End of Story/Explanation.

So otherwise, a story from WAAAY back in the day…
Since SWMNBN has been telling THE WORLD I’m some sort of abusive prick, making sound like I’m some sort of alcoholic abusive wife-beater, I figure I should clarify things.

1) I am not an alcoholic
They go to meetings.
I’m a fucking drunk goddamit.
Get it right woman!

2) I’m abusive.
Nope.
Never have I ever hit a woman
EXCEPT
(queue story time)

WAAAAAAAAAAAY back in the day as a young party hard E-4 in Nurnberg Germany, there was a rather notorious club called the “Green Goose”:

“The Goose” as we called it was a Heavy Metal Bar. Just Outside/Inside of the “Old Town” side of Nurnberg, with a GREAT Gyro shop next door, it was the go-to place for most of 1-4 Infantry back in the day’. The Goose was originally opened and run by a US Army veteran, it had expanded alllllll over Germany when I was there. Bamberg, Frankfurt… it was Nurnberg ‘branch’ if you will that I practically lived at during my two years there, and had a great time while doing so. I even had the “club card” that let me get in without having to pay a cover:

I’m kind of bummed that I don’t remember what happened to that card… it was like an actual plastic card like a credit card… but anyways…

Since places like this is where “Joe” (i.e. US Army Personnel) congregates, you invariably end up with some fights/brawling or in some instances some “out of Hollywood” full on Bar Brawls like you see in the movies.

One night I ended up involved in one such fight.

The night started off like a normal Friday.
Lots of booze
Great Music
Pantera being a BIG thing on the play list at the time… Glen Danzig and “Mother” being on regular rotation:

I have NO IDEA how the fight started…

I just know it erupted
Sort of like a Volcano…
Shit starts popping off, and it becomes your mission to survive

My best friend Dana and Squad mate went back-to-back literally. We had gone through Basic Training together, went to the Gulf for Gulf War One together, ended up being RIF’d together, lived together, and even rejoined active duty together. I mean this guy and I were family to the point that to this day MomUnit is bummed he and I had a falling out as she considers him her third son…

I won’t get too deeply into it but we were friends up until he met and got with this weird Catholic Fringe group where he met and married chick from it… From what I can tell, it’s a cult IMO… they have Ordained “Catholic Female “Priestesses” and such whatnot… its utterly bizarre and really weird and our last communique after we had met up in Baghdad (me a Contractor, and him leading a platoon of Mech Infantry on Bradleys) was when I send him a post card asking how things were and he pretty much called me a “sinner” and that he needed to cut all ties with my “sin-filled life” and me for it… and that was that… call it 7 years ago…

I’m still besties w/his first ex-wife Sabine who he was with during out time in Germany. I love that girl to death… my lil sis if you will… anyways…

Dana and I went back to back.
Beer mugs, tables, chairs… ALL sorts of shit flying ALL around the room. It was pretty dicey, but we were holding our own.

Well now, in this fight this was the ONLY time I EVER full on hit a whammenz IRL…  As I said, my bro and I were back-to-back throwing down with all comers in a classic bar brawl when I had some (what I thought was a) dude coming at me with one of them 1.5 liter German beer bottles over their head swinging to bring it down on my nugget… pretty much trying to kill me is what my reaction was at the time… 

Thankfully (or not) I caught sight of it out of the corner of my eye, and it was one of the greatest punches I ever threw… I was able to step into the punch.

Like I was able to step forward, and I telegraphed this fucking thing to the MAX with ALL my upper body strength (and as you all know, I’m a fucking beast IRL) so it was a PURE uppercut…

A textbook PERFECT impact…
I hit the (what I thought was a) ‘dude’ so hard, he/she was literally thrown across the bar unconscious…  This punch literally blew her (no shit) out of her sneakers… 

It was when he/she slumped to the floor bleeding all over the place I realized t’weren’t no dude, but a bitch.  Back then, Male Krauts usually had long-ish hippy style hair, so I thought it was a dude…. and she didn’t have any tits that ‘registered’ if’n you know what I mean… My target recognition if you will, in the heat of the moment wasn’t tracking so well…

So, she went down and out for the count…
Needless to say, due to the mayhem and the knowledge that the MPs as well as the local Gestapo would be showing up shortly, Dana and myself, as well as a slew of other combatants and practitioners of hand-to-hand combat made ourselves scarce toute-le-fucking-suite.
Departed with haste
Vamoosed
Bailed
Headed for the woodline
You get the idea…
However…

I found out later that the German Politzei and MPs were looking for me for really real as I had apparently REALLY fucked this broad up. I had (from all reports) fractured her jaw, knocked out like half of her chompers and/or broke the majority of them when her jaw got crushed, and left her half retarded from the concussion. 

THANKFULLY No one “grassed” on me as the Brits would say… with damned near the entire overwhelming attitude of everyone involved was that she got what she deserved trying to stave my squash in w/one of them BIG beer bottles. It seems that they spent a few months ‘looking’ for me, but from my understanding is the MPs didn’t try that hard under the circumstances… Go figure right?

And as a side note? A funny thing is the right hand ring finger knuckle is still flattened from that punch…  Best punch I ever threw TBH.

FAFO indeed amiright?

So More Later
Big Country