“Have I knocked people out with one shot? Fuck yeah.”
This guy not only impressed me that he knew what he was talking about – he also cracks me up.
I love these hardcore blue collar guys. Reminds me of all my relatives on my Dad’s side. Guys who went to Nam, got in up to their necks with blood and death, then they came back and got jobs and raised families, no psychological problems at all.
I think so much of that was attitude. Some people are brought up in a shrink-wrapped suburbia – send them to kill and its really traumatic. Some people are raised with a little more awareness of the killer within. They can go “to hell and back” and keep sane. There is a lot about this in On Combat.
I sort of straddle the line a little bit. I studied literature in college and now work IT in a a academic library, but I did my stint in the service and a lot of blue collar work and I come from a long line of guys who were TOUGH. I sometimes have a hard time with the more sensitive aspects of our culture. My wife is always roping me in when that side of my personality creeps out.
I feel like I have a guy like Lee Morrison sitting on one shoulder (he kind of reminds me of my grandfather) and a little sensitive poet on the other and they do the Devil and Angel thing.
All that aside, this is why I think Wing Chun and a lot of the more hardcore Western fighting traditions like old school fisticuffs and pugilism and dirty boxing are very Wing Chun. Our Chinese predecessors and those tough immigrants in the 19th Century discovered the same things about hitting people in the head as a way to end fights.
Wisdom of the ages.
Kind of reminds me of that (probably pretty racist, although as I recall they threw in a white hoodlum too) scene in Crocodile Dundee.
A black kid in a Michael Jackson Thriller jacket pulls a switchblade on Paul Hogan, who laughs.
His girl says, “Give him your money.”
“He has a knife.”
He laughs again. “That’s not a knife.”
He pulls out a foot long Bowie Knife that’s basically a short sword.
“Now that’s a knife.”