Lucky Escapes
Freddie Woo says: Looking back on it, the moment when we left the road because I was trying to get the demister to work, regaining control just in time to miss a tree probably wasn't my finest bit of driving, nor my cleanest pair of pants. Tell us about your lucky escapes
( , Thu 4 Jul 2013, 15:44)
Freddie Woo says: Looking back on it, the moment when we left the road because I was trying to get the demister to work, regaining control just in time to miss a tree probably wasn't my finest bit of driving, nor my cleanest pair of pants. Tell us about your lucky escapes
( , Thu 4 Jul 2013, 15:44)
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Eep!
Fortunately, it wasn't me who was involved, but a friends brother. (I shall refer to him as HNJ on the basis that I closed my eyes and just jabbed the keyboard to protect his identity) I have met the guy on a number of occassions and to see the way this affected him, turning him from an outgoing, friendly guy to an alcoholic stoner recluse is incredible.
He hasn't spoken of the story to anyone outside of the military, but his sister provided the details. Her knowledge of military equipment and procedures is not great. My knowledge extends to the being able to spot the difference between a tank and a plane, so I apologise in advance for the lack of detail.
On a journey from one part of a wartorn country to another, there were two landrovers travelling together, albeit with a distance of roughly 100 yards from each other. Each contained two people and a shit load of munitions. Now, being british military hardware, the lead landrover had a damaged passenger seat and as a result the roads were making HNJ's arse and spine slowly change places.
The passenger in the other landrover kindly agreed to swap places roughly half-way along the route. The journey itself was pretty uneventful so I'll cut to the interesting bit. Having arrived at the half-way point they stopped, swapped and then carried on. The vehicle that HNJ was travelling in moments before made it about fifty metres before it triggered a roadside bomb, killing the occupants instantly.
I think about this story, and there's a number of things that would make me vacate my bowels.
1) Seeing how close you came to death.
2) Seeing someone unwittingly take a bullet for you.
3) Knowing that the same shit could still happen to you.
( , Fri 5 Jul 2013, 11:45, 3 replies)
Fortunately, it wasn't me who was involved, but a friends brother. (I shall refer to him as HNJ on the basis that I closed my eyes and just jabbed the keyboard to protect his identity) I have met the guy on a number of occassions and to see the way this affected him, turning him from an outgoing, friendly guy to an alcoholic stoner recluse is incredible.
He hasn't spoken of the story to anyone outside of the military, but his sister provided the details. Her knowledge of military equipment and procedures is not great. My knowledge extends to the being able to spot the difference between a tank and a plane, so I apologise in advance for the lack of detail.
On a journey from one part of a wartorn country to another, there were two landrovers travelling together, albeit with a distance of roughly 100 yards from each other. Each contained two people and a shit load of munitions. Now, being british military hardware, the lead landrover had a damaged passenger seat and as a result the roads were making HNJ's arse and spine slowly change places.
The passenger in the other landrover kindly agreed to swap places roughly half-way along the route. The journey itself was pretty uneventful so I'll cut to the interesting bit. Having arrived at the half-way point they stopped, swapped and then carried on. The vehicle that HNJ was travelling in moments before made it about fifty metres before it triggered a roadside bomb, killing the occupants instantly.
I think about this story, and there's a number of things that would make me vacate my bowels.
1) Seeing how close you came to death.
2) Seeing someone unwittingly take a bullet for you.
3) Knowing that the same shit could still happen to you.
( , Fri 5 Jul 2013, 11:45, 3 replies)
The lead Landrover was always gonna be
the unlucky one. Sort of a mine clearance vehicle, unfortunately.
( , Fri 5 Jul 2013, 12:25, closed)
the unlucky one. Sort of a mine clearance vehicle, unfortunately.
( , Fri 5 Jul 2013, 12:25, closed)
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