Scariest moment of your life?

[BrAinPaiNt]

Dang... I had to help for 3 days at a field hospital in post op and that was plenty bad enough (I had worked for awhile in geriatrics and had some medical training PCA II..mainly taking vitals)

Dude much respect

Everyone that serves gets much respect IMO.

Medics have some things bad, but also many things good, especially with an ambulance in the field.

So much respect back at you.

 

[Yeagermeister]

Everyone that serves gets much respect IMO.

Medics have some things bad, but also many things good, especially with an ambulance in the field.

So much respect back at you.

I agree much respect for who serve or have served.

At least BP had a cool MOS. I was in chemical decon

The only time MOP gear is cool is when it's cold and gas masks suck period.

 

[BrAinPaiNt]

I agree much respect for who serve or have served.

At least BP had a cool MOS. I was in chemical decon

The only time MOP gear is cool is when it's cold and gas masks suck period.

Mop Gear sucked.

A good friend of mine was in that MOS.

BTW the hummer ambulances was the only time I cared to be in mop gear with mask.

We had tanker masks and we could hook them up to the NBC filtration device in the ambulance and it was cool air going to your face no matter the temp outside or in the ambulance.

Which was odd as the amublance did not have any ac to use other then for the NBC filtration system.

But people would sometimes ask why we were driving around, while not in mop gear situations, with are masks on LOL.

 

[Yeagermeister]

Mop Gear sucked.

A good friend of mine was in that MOS.

BTW the hummer ambulances was the only time I cared to be in mop gear with mask.

We had tanker masks and we could hook them up to the NBC filtration device in the ambulance and it was cool air going to your face no matter the temp outside or in the ambulance.

Which was odd as the amublance did not have any ac to use other then for the NBC filtration system.

But people would sometimes ask why we were driving around, while not in mop gear situations, with are masks on LOL.

My platoon was picked to grade an Artillery unit on the nbc knowledge one time. I picked what to me was the easiest of the skills.....donning the mask. As you know you are supposed to have it on and sealed in a certain amount of time. I forget how long. These guys were so terrible I stopped grading on time if the did it correctly. I was failing everyone it didn't matter what their ranks was . My platoon sgt said we were there to grade not teach

 

[Gibby!]

Wow. Zax, BP, couldn't imagine being in those situations, although I came really close to going a few times. When we got to base in Saudi, they were flying home a guy in a casket, who fell out of the back of a truck and cracked his skull. When we were packing up to leave, my foot got caught in a web belt, bent my ankle sideways and I fell out the back of a duece and half. Not a happy thought.

WG .

I had a "gun" incident when I was stationed at Cannon. I bought a half keg for a holloween costume party, I went as Emmit Smith (with the beard Dumb idea upon reflection). A few hours after everything was started people who I didn't know started to show up, before long I had about 50 people in a 1000 sq ft area (including the yard). I asked a few to leave and they did so peacefully. One guy in particular, from Dallas amazingly, was regalling everyone with the story of how he shot himself in the foot to prove how tough he was, so I let him stay. Then his "cousin" showed up. He was starting crap with a few people I knew from the base so I asked him to leave, he did after a while and a few shouts.

Later I was outside having a cig, most of the people had left by now, down to about 10 to 15, when "cousin" showed back up. He walked around the side of the house, "cocked" his "gun" and put it to my head. Things get fuzzy here because I was really paniced and stupidly drunk, but basically I think I told him to get some beer and go. He went in, I went around back and asked his "cousin" to get him out of the house, a lot of pushing and shoving and shouting (The foot guy was around 6ft and easily 300 pounds, "cousin" was no bigger than me, maybe 5-10, 150 pounds), but finally they both left.

I put the gun, cocked, and cousin in quotes because I have no idea if they are true. I thought I heard a gun cock, something was most definitly metal was poking into the side of my head, and if they were related, they certainly didn't appear to be... The next day, foot guy came back and apologized said it was just a cigarrette lighter, but he wasn't sure, because he did have a .22 pistol...

 

[Zaxor]

Mop Gear sucked.

A good friend of mine was in that MOS.

BTW the hummer ambulances was the only time I cared to be in mop gear with mask.

We had tanker masks and we could hook them up to the NBC filtration device in the ambulance and it was cool air going to your face no matter the temp outside or in the ambulance.

Which was odd as the amublance did not have any ac to use other then for the NBC filtration system.

But people would sometimes ask why we were driving around, while not in mop gear situations, with are masks on LOL.

We dang near lived in it...You just sweat like a pig in the stuff and try MOP 4 in 145 degree heat...I swear I thought I was gonna die...

 

[Yeagermeister]

We dang near lived in it...You just sweat like a pig in the stuff and try MOP 4 in 145 degree heat...I swear I thought I was gonna die...

Never in 145 degree heat but I did have to live in it and during the winter in Germany it wasn't so bad

 

[BrAinPaiNt]

We dang near lived in it...You just sweat like a pig in the stuff and try MOP 4 in 145 degree heat...I swear I thought I was gonna die...

That would suck.

We wore it in winter, as Yeager talked about, in Korea and that with mickey mouse boots kept you warm.

But it sucked doing ten mile road marches in the summer. Still no where the temp you had to endure.

Oh and as bad as the chlorined water was on it's own, with as bad as it tasted hot coming out of a canteen....it managed somehow to be even worse when drinking through the tube for the mask.

Nothing like hot, pool and rubber tire tasting water to quench your thirst.:laugh2:

 

[Zaxor]

That would suck.

We wore it in winter, as Yeager talked about, in Korea and that with mickey mouse boots kept you warm.

But it sucked doing ten mile road marches in the summer. Still no where the temp you had to endure.

Oh and as bad as the chlorined water was on it's own, with as bad as it tasted hot coming out of a canteen....it managed somehow to be even worse when drinking through the tube for the mask.

Nothing like hot, pool and rubber tire tasting water to quench your thirst.:laugh2:

...that is so funny because it is so true... I swear I would rinse the heck out of my canteen and try putting nice clean tap water in there if you drank it right away it would only have a slightly bad taste wait an hour and you swear some one melted plastic/rubber in your water

 

[Zaxor]

Never in 145 degree heat but I did have to live in it and during the winter in Germany it wasn't so bad

I was sometimes very glad to put on the Mop gear in winter

 

[Yeagermeister]

I was sometimes very glad to put on the Mop gear in winter

Yes sir but I was lucky, in Germany it rarely got hotter than the 90's

 

[Zaxor]

Yes sir but I was lucky, in Germany it rarely got hotter than the 90's

And that is where I am now and where I was stationed for about 12 years...We once went on a winter survival training up in freaking Norway...
My fingers and toes can no longer stand the cold...
the polar bears and seals were laughing at our sorry butts..

The brain dead lieutenant had us set up camp on the North side of a ridge...we were in freaking pup tents and we shoveled away as much snow as we could and piled it around the tents but just like I tried to tell the knucklehead that if the wind keeps blowing south and if it continues to carry snow we are gonna be in deep do-do... well sure enough around 2am he wants us to move camp because we have pup tents disappearing under snow along with our vehicles...it had gotten so bad that we eventually had to call off the exercise and call in for some help

 

[BrAinPaiNt]

And that is where I am now and where I was stationed for about 12 years...We once went on a winter survival training up in freaking Norway...
My fingers and toes can no longer stand the cold...
the polar bears and seals were laughing at our sorry butts..

The brain dead lieutenant had us set up camp on the North side of a ridge...we were in freaking pup tents and we shoveled away as much snow as we could and piled it around the tents but just like I tried to tell the knucklehead that if the wind keeps blowing south and if it continues to carry snow we are gonna be in deep do-do... well sure enough around 2am he wants us to move camp because we have pup tents disappearing under snow along with our vehicles...it had gotten so bad that we eventually had to call off the exercise and call in for some help

It's always the LTs isn't it lol.

I remember crossing a shallow river, cutv had water up to the windows and the LT screaming...DON'T STOP, whatever you do DON'T STOP.

You could feel the vehicle hitting the bed underneath and then bouncing up off of it.

Well we get through that and he says...I think we have to go over there.

It was a big area of mud, I take it that it was where some run off from the river had been only a day or so ago.

I told him it might not be wise to get in there as we may not get out.

But he said to go on.

We got stuck, the wheels were completely buried in the mud and he said, you will have to get out and go over to see if someone can pull us out.

I looked at him and told him it was his brilliant idea even after I told him not to so HE can go look for help.

He did and someone pulled us out with a winch lol.

All and All he was a pretty good LT but he made some dumb mistakes like the one I mentioned.

However he was pretty fun to be around as if someone would salute him I would salute the soldiers back and he would get all huffy and say...You can't do that but he never made me pull duty or wrote me up for it.

 

[Hostile]

I debated sharing this because in refelection this story isn't scary to me anymore, just a great life lesson. But at the time I was terrified. I've shared this with a couple of people on the forum via PMs. I apologize to them for boring them again.

I grew up in Southern New Mexico and a lot of the kids I went to school with were from Mexico. They had US citizenship, but lived across the border. In my hometown I was the big fish in the little pond as far as athletics were concerned. In particular I enjoyed basketball.

The Summer I was 16, two of my friends from Mexico, Armando & Francisco, invited me to join them and my other friends from down there in a basketball league that was building teams all over Northern Mexico. We were going to get to go to several towns and play. Turns out I was the only "Gringo" in the league.

The games were on Wednesday nights, and the first game was in a park with a bunch of bleachers. I was amazed at how many people showed up to watch this game. There were several hundred. They instantly did not like me.

I was getting fouled realy hard, no calls. On a couple of occasions I got ticky tack foul calls. When I got my 2nd foul called on me the fans in the stands started chanting in Spanish to "take the White boy out" of the game. All of them. I'd run by and people would throw stuff at me or spit at me. The scariest was a rock that didn't miss by much. It was unreal.

Early in the 2nd half I got called for my 3rd ticky tack foul for a reach in. I hadn't got within 8 inches of the guy or the ball. It was just a feint with my hands really. The ref was calling out the foul when a guy from the other team named Victor yelled at him. I had never met Victor in my life. I still don't know why he did this. He gathered the refs and both teams around him at center court. He proceeded to yell at them all for the way I was being treated. Said he was ashamed of them. Told them to let me play.

I don't know who Victor was, but he must have been somebody they respected. The foul was erased and the game went on. I wasn't getting hit any more. The fans in the stands never let up though. They hadn't heard Victor's speech.

As the game came down to the end I took a jump shot that won the game at the whistle. Before there was time to celebrate the fans rushed the basketball court. I suddenly found myself surrounded by the players for both teams and being ushered off the court and out of the park.

They got me to Victor's car with a mob all around us. Francisco and Armando got in the back with me in between them. Victor was driving and someone else from his team got up front as well. The mob started rocking the car, like they wanted to tip it over. Victor started inching forward little by little. People were pounding on his car and screaming in the windows at me.

Gradually Victor got us out of there. As soon as we were out of there we all broke down. My friend Armando was beside himself. He kept apologizing to me saying he never would have asked me to play if he had any idea that would happen.

I said, "maybe next week it won't be so bad." Until I said this I had no idea that I meant it. They all thought I was nuts and tried to talk me out of it. Something inside me just wouldn't let me give up like that. My Mom was seriously pissed that I was going to go back. I had to. I still don't know why, but I had to.

It was never that bad again and in fact it got to where people were genuinely nice to me. At the end of the season the Championships were played in that same little town where it all started. We took 3rd place and I was named one of the 5 All Star players. I got the only standing ovation of the night.

Had I allowed prejudice to drive me away, I never would have learned that valuable lesson. I doubt anyone would have blamed me if I didn't go back. I can't imagine my life without this memory. Looking back on it now, I view it as an epiphany, not a scary moment. That night though, I was scared to death.

 

[Zaxor]

I was scared to death.

Dealing with mobs is ALWAYS scary...I don't care who you are...it also took a lot of guts to go back..I don't believe I would have..I try to avoid trouble at all costs but it ALWAYS finds me...

 

[Zaxor]

It's always the LTs isn't it lol.

I remember crossing a shallow river, cutv had water up to the windows and the LT screaming...DON'T STOP, whatever you do DON'T STOP.

You could feel the vehicle hitting the bed underneath and then bouncing up off of it.

Well we get through that and he says...I think we have to go over there.

It was a big area of mud, I take it that it was where some run off from the river had been only a day or so ago.

I told him it might not be wise to get in there as we may not get out.

But he said to go on.

We got stuck, the wheels were completely buried in the mud and he said, you will have to get out and go over to see if someone can pull us out.

I looked at him and told him it was his brilliant idea even after I told him not to so HE can go look for help.

He did and someone pulled us out with a winch lol.

All and All he was a pretty good LT but he made some dumb mistakes like the one I mentioned.

However he was pretty fun to be around as if someone would salute him I would salute the soldiers back and he would get all huffy and say...You can't do that but he never made me pull duty or wrote me up for it.

BWahaha:laugh2:...My guy was a ### thought he knew everything and wouldn't take advice from anyone... but I have met some cool Lt's but I never met one that didn't need a little help

 

[Yeagermeister]

Dealing with mobs is ALWAYS scary...I don't care who you are...it also took a lot of guts to go back..I don't believe I would have..I try to avoid trouble at all costs but it ALWAYS finds me...

Or you start it

 

[Zaxor]

Or you start it

bwahaha:laugh2:... ain't that the truth and I never know how I do it either

 

[BrAinPaiNt]

Had I allowed prejudice to drive me away, I never would have learned that valuable lesson. I doubt anyone would have blamed me if I didn't go back. I can't imagine my life without this memory. Looking back on it now, I view it as an epiphany, not a scary moment. That night though, I was scared to death.

I could see how that would scare you.

I can't say I have anything like that happen to me however when my cousin and I were going to basic training in El Paso Texas, and I have probably told some people this already, we thought we accidentally wound up in Mexico.

When we got off the plane and was looking for where we were to go at the airport to be taken to the Fort Bliss, and it was late at night, we did not hear one person speaking english except for some of the fellow passangers getting off the plane.

It was not the idea of being in a spanish speaking only situation, it was the idea we thought somehow the plane screwed up and we were in mexico and would get in trouble for not being on time :laugh2: The whole idea of not having passports did not cross our minds for a few minutes.

But of course we were at the right place.

Now later in life, when I was coming home from the Army I did have a problem.

Specifically asked for tickets to Charleston WV and even stated Yeager Airport.

So I leave Lousiana, get to Atlanta, look to see the gate to my next flight was and seen it was for Charlestion Carolina.

Talk about an unhappy camper when I was dealing with the airline guy at the ticket booth trying to get that fixed. And of course I had to pay for it again or miss the flight.

 

[WV Cowboy]

I don't know if this was the scariest moment in my life or not, but at the time, I was scared because I couldn't figure out what it was.

When we were 14 - 16, in our little WV town, when the girls our age would have a slumber party, we would sleep in the cabin/fort/treehouse that we had built in the woods.

They would sneak out and we would meet them and run around. Usually we would take them to the graveyard and scare them and stuff.

One night we were in the graveyard, around 2 in the morning or thereabouts.

We would say to the girls, "listen, what's that?", .. or "look, did you see that?"
They would scream and grab us, and it was always a lot of fun.

Anyway, one night we had scared them, they grabbed and hugged us like always and we were getting ready to leave when one of the girls says, "what is that?"

My buddy and I look over and about 50 yds away, at the foot of a tombstone, behind the flowers, a light, a small glow appeared for a moment and then went away. Looked like it came from the grave.

The girls screamed like always, grabbed us like always, but this time we were scared too.

I look at my buddy and we are like, "WHAT WAS THAT?"

We waited and watched, and it appeared again, and then went away. A small glow at the foot of the gravestone.

We waited and it happened again. The girls were scared like always, but instead of fun, my heart was pounding.

This went on for a while, ... the glow, and then it went away, ... the glow, and then it would go away.

This went on for a while, but long story short, I finally figured out that it had rained a little that night, the tombstone was wet, and the airport beacon was going around and just hitting it at the right angle to reflect a little glow at the bottom. Pretty scary when you are 15 though.

One night we lifted a big 4x8 piece of plywood that was covering an open grave that they were going to use the next day I guess.

We lifted the wood and looked down in the hole and I guess a small possum or coon or something had gotten down in the hole and when those little red eyes looked back at us I dropped that wood and took off and didn't stop running for a while.