The most terrifying night of my life!!!

[Miri]

I want to know what happened to. Do we have a Happy ever after, did a knight
in shining armour come and sweep you to safety on his horse.


Me I’m a practical person, I would have muttered, locked the doors, turned engine on to
keep warm, slept in the car if I was a good distance from anywhere. Then walked
back to somewhere in the morning or until I got a mobile signal.

If there were shops or public places close by I would have walked to them while it
was still dark.

 

[Depleted]

No, it was not, but I feared it could easily catch on fire because of its position. Also, I thought it was excusable to lie (then!) in order to get all the people out, to see who was hurt.

But what a relief it was for everyone, to find that no one was seriously hurt. Fortunately for me, no one was hurt.

It was a very cold Minneapolis night, however, and we were so cold, waiting for the police. It was about 45 minutes after the accident before they got there.
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And you didn't set it on fire? I'm no good with cold. Wouldn't make it in MN. Would intentionally set the van on fire to keep warm until the cops showed up. lol​

 

[Depleted]

I've only been stabbed once. It wasn't that bad. Been cut across my knuckles once, that hurt. Been shot at a couple of times, only hit once by shotgun pellets, was so far away, didn't have much energy to hurt me.

I like the fight. It feels good to bleed a bit. It usually happens over something minor.

Where I work at, back up is in your holster, help is 30 minutes away.

When I'm terrified, I'll let you know. This time of year, I'm always hoping for a deranged Santa.

Or a clown on top of an ice cream truck? (Reference to the TV show Bones, where the FBI agent Booth shoots a clown because he really hates clowns. lol)

 

[Depleted]

I Love the people who did not have to go, I always say you all were covering the home front. I was a draftee and upon my return they issued my lottery number according to our birthday. My #was 365, I never would have gone if the lottery was in effect.....

God bless and thanks for your good wishes.

My oldest brother was still in high school. My older brother was too. And, obviously me. Nah, we weren't covering the home front. We were just kids ever so thankful it was over before my bros came of age. (And ever so frustrated the Dems screwed it all up after peace was brokered.)

 

[Depleted]

A short war story; 1970 Cambodia, (we were not suppose to be in Cambodia). 300 US Army troops were inserted into Cambodia to extract a company of 101st Airborne Rangers (About 50 Rangers), who were pinned down under heavy enemy fire from 2 regiments (2000 enemy troops), of NVA, (North Vietnamese Army), We were about to lose 50 of our elite fighting force.

Phantom Jets and our forward guard pushed back the NVA, and all of the Rangers were brought out of harms way, they lost we won end of story. All of this is a verifiable event that is now in public domain, you can find it with a simple google seach.

Point, we have without a doubt one of the finest fighting forces on the planet.

And if I am criticized for this post well so be it. It is better to tell of your frightening experience rather than keep it all bottled up.

God bless

Well, okay if we're going for mood changes, the beginning of my two stories:

Story #1:
I was 20 years old and hitchhiking on a deserted road (and it really was mostly deserted), and took the only ride available. A convertible of guys going the other way for a beer run but promising to turn around and head the right way after. Which, they did, but didn't take me home.

The thing you worry about the most when you hear a girl is hitchhiking happened.

Story #2:
Hubby got indigestion on a Tuesday. He knows it was indigestion, because he looked up the symptoms of indigestion on Google, and that's what he had.

It got worse. And worse. By Thursday, (the week before Thanksgiving), he couldn't lie down because he couldn't breathe when he did. I tired talking him into going to the VA ER, but he would wait until Saturday, and if it wasn't any better...

Saturday came, and he hadn't laid down in two days. He couldn't sleep either, because every time he drifted off, his body sagged and he couldn't breathe. BUT first! He also hadn't been able to bathe with this "indigestion," and he wouldn't go because he was sweating and stinky, so first needed to help him bathe. THEN, finally, he let me drive him to the hospital.

It is big for him to let me drive the car, because he white-knuckles when I drive. So, I had to drive carefully, but he was gasping by now. (And sweating.)

Dropped him off at the front door. There was a bench there he could sit on while I parked. Parked quickly, hustled back. He was too tired from trying to breathe to go in, so ran in to the window at the Er to ask for help, just as a security guard came up and said someone looked really bad sitting out on the front bench. Him. Hustle hustle him in.

Couldn't follow until they were ready for me. Got in with him. He was in a hospital gown by then, and they couldn't do the EKG because he was sweating too much for the tabs to stick. (The sweat was shock.) Nurse tells me he didn't look good. She knew it was an emergency because he was gray. Honestly? Still couldn't tell he was gray. The doctor asks me what's wrong with him, and I tell him he is having indigestion, and he knows this because he read it on Google. (Doctor gives me a look somewhere between "Are you nuts" and "Poor lady is delusional, so I'll be nice and sympathetic.")

Portable X-ray machine, and I heard the last conversation my husband had for two months. The doctor told him, "If we don't put you on a ventilator right now, you're going to die."

To which, my hubby said, "Holy Sh..!"

Hustle, hustle, hustle. Off to the cardiology floor.

Doctor tells me he is having a massive heart attack. I tell him Google says it's indigestion, and I get the same look. And then I realize he used the verb "is," not "was." I've been expecting this to have been a heart attack he had four days earlier, but it is happening now.

He needs stents NOW, but the VA doesn't have the facilities, so will send him "across the street" to HUP. (Hospital of University of Pennsylvania.) Clearly understood it was unlikely he would live. Still, could not go in the ambulance with them, so while EMTs were doing paperwork, I started to walk "across the street."

Technically, "across the street," however entrance to ER was three blocks away, and I get there as they are pushing him through the halls, so I simply follow faster than I can travel. (Cannot move fast, unless I really have to.)

Doctor tells me he's getting the stents. (Hubby heard someone saying, "This one won't make it" somewhere in his travels. I did not hear that.)

Doctor is talking how far should they take this, and I tell him, "As far as you would take it, if that was your family, but not past that." Doctor returns for update, and I blab away that if he doesn't make it HUP can have his body. He wanted that.

Ten hours, after we arrived, doctor comes out to tell me he survived the surgery, and they will come and get me when he's in his ICU room. I tell him, I'm going home and will be back the next day.

Almost crashed into a divider wall on the expressway on the way home. (Knew I should have taken a taxi that night, and picked up the car next day. Feared what would happen the next day, and I'd never want to bring the car home.)

Decided to leave the phone downstairs that night.

Came downstairs the next day with a call on my answering machine. Didn't check the message until I was ready to go visit hubby for fear of where I'd be visiting him, but false alarm. (I don't remember what that message was anymore.)

Spent the next two months fearful of our phone. Not just fearful the hospital would call. Also fearful Dad would call.

Because during those two months, Dad's Alzheimer was such that my brother was going through the legal procedures to get Dad put into a facility, and all Dad knew was something bad was happening and he might lose his home. So he was speed dialing five out of six of his kids, (somehow he knew who was doing this to him, so never called my brother who was getting him committed.)

Hubby lived. (And is behind me laughing at some of our old pictures while choosing which ones to scan. lol) Dad still lives, albeit worse than even then.

 

[student]

Ant vets have problems getting benefits etc...? My friend was a Marine in about 55. Back door. Suffered ptsd and heart attacks x4. Agent Orange. It's been a fight

 

[student]

Ant vets have problems getting benefits etc...? My friend was a Marine in about 55. Back door. Suffered ptsd and heart attacks x4. Agent Orange. It's been a fight

 

[Depleted]

Ant vets have problems getting benefits etc...? My friend was a Marine in about 55. Back door. Suffered ptsd and heart attacks x4. Agent Orange. It's been a fight

First, the only vets helped by the VA are vets in service during conflicts/wars.

Second, if your friend was a vet in 1955, then there was no war, and he doesn't get benefits. Also, there was no war, so how did he get PTSD?

Third, Agent Orange wasn't used in warfare until Vietnam in 1961. Nor did we have boots on the ground over there, (Laos counts) until 1961.

Something is wrong with what your friend has been telling you.

 

[student]

That's what I meant. He went in by the back door... unofficually

 

[TruthTalk]

Nah, we weren't covering the home front.

Silly me I must have confused the Vietnam conflict with another war, your point is understood.

 

[Beez]

Well, okay if we're going for mood changes, the beginning of my two stories . . . .

wow. i am so sorry . . . .
Glad you both survived . . . .

 

[TruthTalk]

First, the only vets helped by the VA are vets in service during conflicts/wars.

Second, if your friend was a vet in 1955, then there was no war, and he doesn't get benefits. Also, there was no war, so how did he get PTSD?

Third, Agent Orange wasn't used in warfare until Vietnam in 1961. Nor did we have boots on the ground over there, (Laos counts) until 1961. Something is wrong with what your friend has been telling you.

Frightening story #2
Hi Depleted, all of your statements are 100 percent correct. I was diagnosed with prostate cancer caused by Agent Orange in 2012. I am currently stage 4 which is the most lethal stage of this cancer. My wife and I and our church are praying that God will extend my life as He see's fit to do. Agent Orange causes a particularly aggressive form of cancer, somethings you just cannot change. The US Army and Veterans Affairs has taken care of myself and my wife very well.

Praise God I wake up with a smile on my face every morning....

Agent Orange - Wikipedia

Agent Orange is an herbicide and defoliant chemical, one of the tactical use Rainbow Herbicides. It is widely known for its use by the U.S. military as part of its herbicidal warfare program, Operation Ranch Hand, during the Vietnam War from 1961 to 1971.

 

[Beez]

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[Depleted]

That's what I meant. He went in by the back door... unofficually

Back door, unofficially was 1961. lol We didn't "officially" until LBJ.

I knew a guy who was sitting around a campfire fighting in Cambodia with his Marine platoon listening to LBJ giving his speech that American troops were going to Southeast Asia to fight. They had a good laugh over that, because they were already doing that.

 

[Gracie_14]

You really can't tell a story well. You forgot to end it. You left me on "going backwards and my emergency brake doesn't work to stop."

Now, obviously, you survived, but what happened next?

hahaha! this made me laugh! you are so right in the point you are trying to make…

 

[Seedz]

About 2 months ago my wife and I went camping in a national forest. We got a pretty nice little secluded spot near a forest service road.

We arrived around 3 pm and made camp.

After getting the fire going and settling in, we just chatted and admired the beauty in nature.

As it got dark I realized it was a moonless night and it was pitch black. That didn't really bother me because we had a good fire going and plenty of battery operated lighting.

As we were star gazing, we began to see "stars" that would move about the sky. It kind of threw us off but didn't really scare us.

About 30 minutes later after spotting the first moving "star" we saw a glowing light coming down from the sky into the treeline level. It hovered right above the trees for about 2-3 minutes. We kind of got freaked out and decided to pack up and go because it was not going away and it kept drawing closer. It was about 30 yards out when we finished packing and took off. As we were driving down the dirt road the light followed us for a good mile and a half until we got to a more populated area and then it took off.

As I would speed up and slow down, the light kept up with us.

By by far the sketchiest night of my live in the woods.

 

[oldethennew]

those darn age-old satellites can and do cause havoc, probably laughing all the while...

ECC. 1:9.
The thing that hath been, it is that which shall be; and that which is done is that which shall be done:
and there is no new thing under the sun.

 

[renewed_hope]

My bf has been so supportive through all of this. He has a good friend who is a mechanic and he gave me an awesome quote on fixing it, but he is coming over to be sure there is nothing else to fix. I can't thank him enough