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My Dad's service book lists his height as five feet and two and three quarter inches. A small, slight, wiry man. Ideal for a gunner in a tank, but not altogether helpful when living in an all male military environment.
I can remember him telling us that he was friends with Britain's last hangman, a charming man called Albert Pierpoint. Dad said that a lot of the men were afraid of Pierpoint as they used to feel that they were being "measured up" if they got on the wrong side of him. Dad said that he was one of the nicest guys he had ever met and was a "handy bloke to know".
Nevertheless, this did not stop one of the guys from continually bullying my Dad. I suppose he was an easy target.
Dad was always keen that my sister and myself could look after ourselves, and, consequently he taught us various self defense techniques that we could easily use.
The one that we remember particularly was to bend your opponent's little finger back very sharply. It was simple and effective, we assumed.
Dad told us that one day, things came to a head with the guy that was bullying him and that a fight broke out. Dad must have employed the little finger technique because, all of a sudden, this guy was retreating from the fight with a broken hand and never came near my Dad again.

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