My relatives revealed to us that my father was a pretty tough dude before my mother tamed him.
In WWII England, he got into the a bar fight with a man who pulled a knife on him. A broadly built six-foot-four inch street thug before the war, Dad got the knife away from the man and when the MPs arived, they saw him perched on top of of the guy, taunting him with the knife.
Dad took off out the side door and down the street into a dark alley, where he knocked out the four MPs who were chasing him.
Of course, his captain had to hide him from the MPs once they came looking for him.
Now THAT’S a Tough Guy!!