I used to work shifts with a retired Filipino Marine Sargent. He was in his late 50s, fit as hell and Perhaps 5'4".

He started his career charging up beaches into machinegun fire, fighting Muslim Separatists in the more remote Islands of the Philippines Archipelago.

Do you think that he or the people he met gave a tiny shit about how tall he was or wasn't? The man had trained stone cold killers for twenty years. He was now married with grown sons. He had nothing to prove to anyone. He was a great role model for me.

A stupid, sawn-off dyke used to try to push him around at work. He just used to laugh at her.

I, for one, have huge respect for Short Kings.