Mav, yer quite right
As you can imagine I was a smartass as a kid as well. Went very well for most of my childhood because of the social bonds I formed with people large enough to protect me and clever enough not to be bothered by a few comments here and there
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I moved to northern Sweden, and all changed. I'm not much of a conformist and thought the unwritten rules up there were a bit silly, so all the popular guys, the athletes, the dumb rednecks decided to give me a hard time. Ganging up on me Bishrook style
A fast mouth, an even faster kick to the groin or something similar, and the fastest legs on the school ensured that I wasn't caught too many times. But when I was caught, I spent days seeing them through a sniper scope. I'd go as far as to make an example (well, at least in my head) showing what CAN happen when someone gets fed up. Perhaps it'd teach others a lesson. In the end though I took out my aggression on ski slopes, and it proved to be much more amusing.
So aye, I am biased having experienced the wrong end of the stick (and believe me, I never thought I would do that, having been an integral member of "well to do socially" groups for all my life.
If it is as suggested in the story or similar, they had it coming, right or wrong.
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Baron Claus "StSanta" Von Ribbentroppen
9./JG 54 "Grünherz"
"If you return from a mission with a victory, but without your Rottenflieger, you have lost your battle."
- D. Hrabak, JG 54 "Grünherz"