03-27-2021, 01:32 PM
John and I had decided we wanted some Cobra boots. Not made out of Cobra hide/skin but boots that came to just below our knees. We had been told that on a small side street there was a guy who made the boots that we wanted.
This was a small ally very dark and in an area most round eye soldiers would probably avoid. John and I were in peak condition and we both stood over 6'2" so we figured we could handle anything that might confront us but an AK.
We walked and out of a dark interior of a building this giant of an Asian guy who stood at least 6'6" and looked like Hercules moved to the center of the narrow ally and in broken English asked, "What you want"?
I spoke a little of his language and said, " We are looking for the place that does boots". He motioned for us to follow him and we went into the dark building waiting to be jumped by a whole horde of giant evil doers.
He turned on a light and got some paper out and told us to take off out boots. We place our feet on the paper and he took a pencil and drew the outline of our feet on the paper.
He told us to come back in 5 days and the boots would be finished. "Pay now".
5 days later we returned during the day time and the boots were finished. I keep those boots for at least 30 years and they were the most comfortable boots I have ever owned.
Come to find out Mr. Hercules was in the army and was special forces. A super good guy that we remained friends with until we left country.
John passed away 4 months ago after a long career with US Airways as a Captain on the 757 and 767.
I think I remember that so well because we thought thought we had made a wrong turn and were going to get into some serious Sh*t. Instead we met a great guy ....
This was a small ally very dark and in an area most round eye soldiers would probably avoid. John and I were in peak condition and we both stood over 6'2" so we figured we could handle anything that might confront us but an AK.
We walked and out of a dark interior of a building this giant of an Asian guy who stood at least 6'6" and looked like Hercules moved to the center of the narrow ally and in broken English asked, "What you want"?
I spoke a little of his language and said, " We are looking for the place that does boots". He motioned for us to follow him and we went into the dark building waiting to be jumped by a whole horde of giant evil doers.
He turned on a light and got some paper out and told us to take off out boots. We place our feet on the paper and he took a pencil and drew the outline of our feet on the paper.
He told us to come back in 5 days and the boots would be finished. "Pay now".
5 days later we returned during the day time and the boots were finished. I keep those boots for at least 30 years and they were the most comfortable boots I have ever owned.
Come to find out Mr. Hercules was in the army and was special forces. A super good guy that we remained friends with until we left country.
John passed away 4 months ago after a long career with US Airways as a Captain on the 757 and 767.
I think I remember that so well because we thought thought we had made a wrong turn and were going to get into some serious Sh*t. Instead we met a great guy ....