CHAPTER NINETEEN

Bobby – Down to Business

We had been on several rescue missions in Vietnam where the Northern Army and the Viet Cong have raided villages resulting in the exodus of the inhabitants. Each plane had its crew, a response team and ten men armed with sniper carbines. All persons on the plane were required to be a Master in FFF.

Sometimes we liberated an individual. Several attempts rescued groups of teachers from a school, doctors and nurses from a hospital. On each juncture we confronted firepower from opponent forces. One time we set free one hundred men from a prison camp where we engaged heavy enemy resistance. Another trip included salvaging a second medical team of doctors, nurses and patients. They had to abandon their hospital.

When not active in liberation projects, we transported cargo, mail and personnel to various locations in Southeast Asia. Occasionally we convey VIPs or command level staff. Each aircraft is busy. The activity was not difficult, but it was not easy either.

Every person in my command was required to participate in the training and practice of FFF. They were commanded to join in two times a week for a minimum of three hours each. They could receive credit for each three hours they taught FFF at The Respected Mothers Garden Club(RMGC.)

My first session as a trainer at the RMGC was intimidating. Maybe two dozen women were practicing FFF techniques. A couple looked as if they could compete with men. Two of the men from the Thailand Command Center, Sargeant Red Savage, was in the first ring with Major Alex Page. Savage was demonstrating basic moves and blocks. Page had a more advanced group. I had the Master Gardeners.

The women were applying what they had been shown on mats around the rings. Red and Alex were now on the floor helping the women to perfect the methods that were taught.

A group of women came into the gym. They were not dressed in workout attire. Savage exhibited a groin kick on Page. Two women entered the ring and exhibited the projection to Red and Alex by kicking them in their manhood. One woman said that this was a basic method of protecting herself. The woman explained that the men were wearing padded jockstraps as protection from being injured.

The second technique presented was the genital grab. The women laughed at this demo.

I began to recognize some of the women. They were Mae Sua, Ling Noy and Nang Chom.

Another woman introduced herself as a battered woman who had been beaten many times by her ex-husband while he was drunk. He had beaten her so badly that she almost died. The woman said that Ling Noy had come to her aid by kicking her ex-husband in the groin and having him arrested.

The first lady that had been talking introduced herself as president of the local Garden Club explaining that the RMGC was an international organization dedicated to helping women to become better and stronger around the world.

Thoughts rambled through my mind that this was a great association. She explained what it meant to become a member and invited the new persons to join while specifying that their sponsors would explain in detail.

I noticed that Mae Sua and Nang Chom were talking to a woman with her back to me. That woman turned toward me. I recognized that it was Kulabta now Dawkmymy. Wow, I cannot believe how beautiful she has developed over the last few years.

Raising a preschooler by herself must be difficult, but that is not my problem. Shame on his Daddy, probably someone who rotated back to the states. After hearing about her running through a bunch of men I did not want to associate with her, even if she had changed. I did forgive her, but the picture in my mind stunned me.

There was an initiation program where the new members were inducted into the organization. All the inductees received a gold ring with a red sapphire imbedded in it. The sapphire had a rose engraved into it. The president said there was no fee to join. If they want to contribute there was a donation box, but no one would ask them for a payment nor a contribution.

Dawkmymy told her sponsors that she was an expert in the eight degrees of Muay Thai. Nonetheless, living in Thailand influenced her not to be able to broadcast it. Nang Chom informed her that FFF was comparable to Muay Thai with the addition of Judo.

Because of her claims, Dawkmymy was assigned to me. I told her to change into workout apparel informing her there were extra outfits in the changing room. When she returned, I was sparring with two women at the same time. I exhibited a flip and took both women down.

Dawkmymy entered the ring with a cockiness on her face and exhibiting a swagger in her step. We both side-stepped inside the ring. Then she came at me punching with her arms and kicking swiftly, I blocked or deflected each hit or kick. I moved my head to the right and then to the left by less than a half of an inch in either direction. Her punches missed me.

I asked her if she knew what the 'Eye' or the 'Ear' meant. Her reaction told me she did not. I told her that her father taught me these methods years ago, and that an extremely skilled FFF combatant exercised them regularly.

I requested that she not get angry with me, but only one out of one hundred fighters can do what I am about to reveal. Taking out a blindfold and a dark canvas bag, I asked her if she could see through either one. She assured me she could view nothing with either item. Advising her to put the blindfold over my eyes and the bag over my head, I reminded her that no one would hurt me, and please not to be enraged with me.

She declared that she would not be angry. I professed that the procedure had been done by me hundreds of times, and that there was no intention of trying to embarrass her. Then I requested for her to remain in the ring with me while inviting the other two women to join us.

Again, advising all three ladies that I was not trying to humiliate them, they were told to try to hit, kick, knock me out or throw me down. The other women in the room surrounded the ring.

Announcing that this trio were the best fighters that I had ever seen for females, several women expressed "Get him girls." The three came out kicking and hitting with speed. I repelled each attempt.

As one endeavored to knock me down, I seized her arm and pulled down gently. Another labored to kick my manhood. I clasped her foot and eased her down to the mat. Dawkmymy struggled to fling me. I did not budge, and flipped her around like she was a baton. Holding her in my arms, I softly sat her on the floor of the ring.

When it was over, I instructed the women that it took me several years to develop my hearing where I could see with my ears. This event was taught to me under the guidance from the father of Dawkmymy.

The women cheered. One woman noted that I sat each lady down with tender loving care. I told her that my Momma taught me to respect all women.

Another woman imparted that I was an international hero, and asked if I had a girlfriend. I told her my wife died just a little before I came back to Thailand, and that I had two small children. I pronounced that not many women would want a readymade family. I said if I was looking for a woman, she would have to love my children.

A third woman shouted she was available. The rest of the women laughed. Dawkmymy gave her the evil eye. It was simple to signify that I am still mourning over my deceased wife, and would not be good company.

Madam President suggested it was time to get back to our training sessions. Dawkmymy asked if her Dad really taught me to see with my ears. I replied your Daddy would have whipped me for not trying. "It sounds like my Father with his prodigies." "I loved Papa Tuk as if he were my own father. Even when he had me kicked out of Thailand." She added, "I am sorry." I declared, "That is long past. There is nothing we can do about it now."

The president brought me a dozen trainees to learn throwing techniques. Recruiting a volunteer to be my assistant, and showing with her help how balance and leverage was important, I told them that their opponent's motion could give the power they needed.

I informed my partner to hit me hard. When she did, I took her hand and pulled her forward till she floated to the mat indicating that her own action provided the force to tug her down.

I directed everyone to pair up and apply what had just been explained. They did very well as they experienced what they learned. The subject was minutely performed by them.

I informed them the next two procedures could be lethal to your opponent, thus be careful when you practice these and be sure to draw back before you make contact. I went on to say if someone is trying to kill or rape you, these techniques may be the only choice you have. Then I revealed the gauging eye procedure and the Adams apple snap to put an assailant out of commission. It looked simple, but the practice of these approaches need to be experienced until it was automatic.

The exercise was impressive. The learners were extremely reliable in performing the skills. Six hours flew by rapidly. I scheduled a time in two days to teach clenches at RMGC.

Dawkmymy was waiting at the door and extended an invitation for me to ride in Ling Noy's limo. I thanked her for the offer, and informed her that Rakha was waiting for me across the street. I was not wanting to encourage her, or give her any indication that we might get back together. My intent was not to avoid her, but not to embolden her either.

Seemingly what Berthad written to me influenced me intensely. The trouble I had would not permitme to remo