Better to be tried by twelve than carried by six
He said that, too.
:D
Dad was a prison guard and saw the worst of the worst, every time he went to work.
He told me that if someone attacked me, I was to assume they meant to kill me and react accordingly.
Part of that, I’m sure, is because I’m a “runt” [his nickname for me] and I’d have absolutely *no* chance in a fight.
He also taught me how to fight dirty, because of my size.