Death of a Wooden Shoe - U.S. Coast Guard
Death of a Wooden Shoe - U.S. Coast Guard
Death of a Wooden Shoe - U.S. Coast Guard
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We now had the attention <strong>of</strong> everyone in the bar, including Howie. He sternly<br />
asked us to, "keep it down for crissake!" I was embarrassed, and even though<br />
this hateful man was possibly three times my age and obviously <strong>of</strong> very little<br />
physical strength, or perhaps because <strong>of</strong> it, I could not prompt myself to hit him. I<br />
had no doubt whatsoever that I could destroy him in two or three punches, and I<br />
did not fear being hurt by him. Instead <strong>of</strong> fighting, I chose to leave the bar. I spun<br />
about and headed for the exit. He was still shouting!<br />
"Americans have power but no guts!!"<br />
I knew I would never forgive myself for walking away from him. The incident<br />
would surely begin a long period <strong>of</strong> self examination. Was I a coward?<br />
Something in the outer me said ‘hell no!!’ At the same time, something very deep<br />
in me asked, ‘Are you sure? Are you? Why didn’t you hit the bastard?! ’cause he<br />
was so old? Shouldn’t there ever be justification for hitting a person just because<br />
they are older? Of course not. You should be ashamed <strong>of</strong> yourself for thinking<br />
so... But why should I feel ashamed, dammit!? Would I have enjoyed a feeling <strong>of</strong><br />
victory if that old man ended up lying flat on the floor at my feet? Would the bar<br />
patrons have applauded me?’<br />
I knew I would retain conflicting thoughts for a long time to come. I hurried back<br />
to the bar to do what I should have done. I wanted much to kill him! But why did I<br />
experience such relief when I learned no one had noticed his leaving?<br />
The incident did something awful to my self confidence. From now on I would<br />
wonder and fear that maybe I am a coward. Worse, that while being a coward, I<br />
would become a laughing stock. I would be ridiculed.<br />
I began to study the men whom I were to sail with. Mentally I evaluated each <strong>of</strong><br />
them. Were the big, tough-looking ones like Petrenko really as tough as they<br />
appeared or was toughness just a veneer? Were the meek and mild ones like<br />
Elmer Comer really just mice? Or was his exterior a veneer also? I know that I<br />
should not have, but I paid a surprise visit to Peggy’s house. It helped lighten my<br />
mood.<br />
July 4, Saturday; Nanok.<br />
Independence Day!<br />
Anniversary <strong>of</strong> America’s independence since 1776 and here we are at war.<br />
Shame on all mankind.<br />
I spend the first half <strong>of</strong> the day stowing ammunition into Nanok's hold. A tough,<br />
heavy chore. Schafer says it is to assure us <strong>of</strong> continued independence.<br />
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