Both my grandfathers fought in the South Pacific during WWII. While I know more of my Grandpa Downie’s tales from the time, my mom’s dad, Red, had a story that I love to share.
He was in the pacific on liberty. Sometimes during the liberty the sailors would start a pick-up ballgame or set up a boxing ring. My grandfather had just entered a make-shift boxing ring. He had the gloves on when a monster of a man stepped in at six-feet, 200-pounds. My grandfather and his twenty-nine inch waist turned to the ref, eyes wide and hollered, “Take the gloves off! Take the gloves off!”
But the larger man said, “Don’t worry, kid.Plank Story: Boxing Ezzard CharlesMaggie Downie2017-12-29T19:55:33-04:00