Author Topic: it lives to tell the tale... (Read 673 times)

Yeager2 · « **Reply #15 on:** January 21, 2007, 08:47:35 PM »

Freaking Hell Gunther....

You are lucky to be here man.. that is some scary stuff right there.

moot · « **Reply #16 on:** January 22, 2007, 02:54:45 AM »

I cut a house's main electrical line with a pair of heavy duty scissors.. the electrical arc burnt through most of one blade, and obviously the grips were thick plastic.

JB88 · « **Reply #17 on:** January 22, 2007, 03:08:19 AM »

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Originally posted by moot
I cut a house's main electrical line with a pair of heavy duty scissors.. the electrical arc burnt through most of one blade, and obviously the grips were thick plastic.

scary indeed.

but how did you manage to stay alive in the freezer?

rpm · « **Reply #18 on:** January 22, 2007, 04:05:57 AM »

Well the first was when I was 7. Had my tonsils removed in a country hospital. There was no ICU or recovery room, just my regular room straight from the OR. When they extubated me post-op the nurse was none too gentle and tore loose the stitches. I drowned on my own blood. Flat line, the whole nine yards before someone came by to check on me. CPR for 8 min and shocked twice before I recovered.

When I was 24, I cut down a 10 inch oak tree with my Shelby Charger at 130 mph. I was thrown clear. Skull fracture, concussion, 3 fractured vertebrae, broken ankle.

Last November, I had angioplasty and 2 stints implanted. That was the one that scared me.

Hornet33 · « **Reply #19 on:** January 22, 2007, 05:25:07 AM »

Hmmm....I've had a heart attack, scary. Been shelled by artillery and scud missles, very scary. Been shot at by pissed off Iraqis with AK-47's and almost had my left kneecap blown off, very very scary.

Other than that I've had a pretty boring life.

JB88 · « **Reply #20 on:** January 22, 2007, 05:26:41 AM »

last day. she leaves @ 3.

Suave · « **Reply #21 on:** January 22, 2007, 06:30:07 AM »

I think most people don't know about their closest brushes with death. I'm sure I don't.

I think my closest known brush was when I tried to back a chevy blazer over a crate of grenades and recoiless rifle rounds that had been policed up from an ammo cache explosion.

We were bringing these unstable explodables to a place where we had dug pits to expode them safely. We were unloading in a helicopter sized patch of ground that we had just machetted clear. Some conscripts unloaded the crates from the car and walked one foot and set them down. Not knowing this, and not expecting this since they could clearly see that I would have to back out, I backed up. And hit something in the foot-tall grass My first assumption was that it was just a log that got overlooked in the grass that morning. So I gave it more gas and tried again to go over this "log". Hit it hard but still couldn't roll over it. Went back and fort a bit and around the obstruction and got back up onto the road, and that's when I saw the two wooden boxes, one of them with a broken top and tire marks on it. By this time nobody else was in that area, and I really didn't feel like relating this incident to anybody. I was relatively certain that the tire marks and broken crate would be quietly attributed to our hosts' carefree driving stye.

Hornet33 · « **Reply #22 on:** January 22, 2007, 07:50:45 AM »

Suave.....dude that's messed up, but I can relate in a way. After the first gulf war my unit was taking all our un expended MLRS rocket pods back to one of the ammo dumps in Saudi. We pulled in with our trucks with 4 rockets pods a piece onboard and found a bunch of guys with Hi-Low fork lifts waiting for us to unload the pods. Nothing real unusual about it. Anyway I'm standing next to my truck waiting for my turn to unload when I look over to the truck next to mine in time to see a rocket pod sliding off the forks about 15ft up in the air. When it hit it cracked the case on one of the tubes and flipped up side down. The guy driving the fork lift then uses the forks to flip it back over, driving a fork through anouther rocket tube in the process. He finaly turned around to see everyone hiding under our trucks screaming at him to stop what he was doing. Our Captain happened to see the whole thing and gave that guy a serious butt chewing. Pretty scary seeing 2 1/2 tons of rocket pod flying through the air and being banged around.

moot · « **Reply #23 on:** January 22, 2007, 08:22:25 AM »

Camels and my trusty circulatory lungs.
I laughed it off, basically.

I know there's been a number of other moments at least as bad as that, but like Suave, I wasn't aware of them to commit them to memory until after they happened.

lasersailor184 · « **Reply #24 on:** January 22, 2007, 08:33:14 AM »

I have another one, has to do with sailing too. Maybe I should just get the hint.

Anyway, I was racing a kid's boat in College (don't ask, I hate it) and the wind picked up to 30 knots, which is getting up towards survival conditions (i.e. all you try to do is to keep the boat upright). But we keep racing.

Now, some of the people were very good racers, but were the absolute worst sailors I've ever seen in my life. Knowing this, I gave a lot of people a lot of room around the course. So we are coming down to the gybe mark and I am about 4 lengths outside of it. The two boats rounding right ontop of the mark collide. One cuts hard over to me, moving really fast. I was just in the process of gybing, when I stop the maneuver and cut hard away to avoid getting hit.

My boat goes right over. Now my crew was wearing a drysuit. That's enough protection for cold early early early spring water. Me? I was wearing a windbreaker. And some regular clothes under that. I was in trouble.

The wind had picked up to 35 with gusts over 40. The problem was that if the boat wasn't pointed straight into the wind, the friction on the rig and sails would push it right back over. I ended up spending 15 minutes in frigid water with no protection. I could literally feel the strength draining out of me.

When we finally got it up, I felt like I didn't have the strength to get back in. Through some miracle, I did get back in, and we made it back to shore. I proceeded to spend the next 3 hours shaking underneath a blanket. I probably should have gone to a hospital.

Maverick · « **Reply #25 on:** January 22, 2007, 12:05:12 PM »

I had one guy stab me with a knife during an arrest.

I came within inches of being run over by an M60 tank that lost it's brakes coming down a hill. I had been in a jeep going down tbe same hill and the tank driver was supposed to wait until I got started up the hill on the other side of the depression. It was about 60 feet deep and steep hills on both sides. I heard the track moving when we were about to the bottom of the hill and saw the tank rolling very fast. I bailed out of the jeep as my driver stalled it. The tank Commander was thinking and told the driver to make sure he didn't hit the jeep. Then I bailed to the same side the tank driver swerved to. I had about 4 inches to spare while picking them up and putting them down, all in full NBC MOPP gear including the mask. I think the tank driver was more scared than any of us. He was sure I was going to court marshall him. The Battalion Commander saw this from a hundred yards away and commended my sprinting ability.

I've had rounds go zipping past my head including one that was very close.

I totaled out a Ford Mustang with a motorcycle. The car was driven by a texan idiot and he hung a fast left right in front of the bike and I turned the car into a banana part of me also caved in the roof while passing overhead. It was his 3rd collision in 2 weeks while driving daddy's car going to school on daddy's money. The Officers who investigated the other 2 collisions happened to show up to the third with me.