Once we stood and fought back, it all stopped, and since we lived on base it was easy at night. Once we lived OFF base, I became a runner, unless one dude, but most of us hung with friends. Sometimes our choices of friends paid off, other times...chose poorly.
I wrestled as a kid, so it was so natural to just take em down and beat on them, squeeze the neck real hard and run away.
Never had a mob after me, so shitting my pants would be in order, I cannot fathom taking on more than one, perhaps two if impaired. I would be running rather than squeezing and snapping. Now, **** em, they are gonna get shot at. (Can I say that?)