It was a story my grandfather told me, several times, before he died. He told me to never slouch forward in a chair. Because back during the war, while on leave, he was at the theatre with some other soliders. He was sitting back, upright, the other guy leaning forward, slouching.
Then a bomb was dropped from a plane, coming through the roof, landing near them, killing the guy beside him but just grazing him because he was upright.
Even as a kid, I assumed it was a tale to stop me slouching.
Imagine my surprise, that it was true.
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