There's something I've always felt bad about.

And I'll tell you of it. When I was much younger than I am now, I frequented a gay bar called The Mars Bar. One particular and memorable night I attended with my boyfriend and my girlfriend. I was at the bar, getting drinks when I noticed some rough as guts lads coming down the stairs. They proceeded to belt the shit out of everyone. They had chains. Knives. Broken bottles. I was scared out of my mind, so I jumped the bar. I hid.
I always considered myself a coward for this.
What would you have done?