Here was where I earned my name Yi Yong-ik, the Mighty.
Long after our company was subdued and planked I fought on.

My fists were of the hardness of topping-mauls, and I had the muscles and will to drive them.
To my joy, I quickly learned that the Koreans did not understand a fist- blow and were without the slightest notion of guarding.

They went down like tenpins, fell over each other in heaps.

But Kwan Yung-jin was my man, and all that saved him when I made my rush was the intervention of his satellites.

They were flabby creatures.