When did your blood run cold?

[slyc_willie]

I just want to say, to everyone -- Kiten, Selena, Serene, Mil, Joey, Glynndah -- thank you. I know I've mentioned my loss before on other threads, but really just in passing, and it always put me in a funk for a day or two.

it took a lot of effort -- and a few stout beers -- to post what I did last night. I almost felt selfish for doing so. I just wanted to share with my friends and fellow respected authors some of the details of my life, things I find it hard to discuss with those I see every day.

But I suppose that's the advantage of telling it this way . . . I can lay it all out without interruption.

Thank you, all of you, my friends. And Glynndah, I hope you come back.

Slyc

 

[_Lynn_]

I just want to say, to everyone -- Kiten, Selena, Serene, Mil, Joey, Glynndah -- thank you. I know I've mentioned my loss before on other threads, but really just in passing, and it always put me in a funk for a day or two.

it took a lot of effort -- and a few stout beers -- to post what I did last night. I almost felt selfish for doing so. I just wanted to share with my friends and fellow respected authors some of the details of my life, things I find it hard to discuss with those I see every day.

But I suppose that's the advantage of telling it this way . . . I can lay it all out without interruption.

Thank you, all of you, my friends. And Glynndah, I hope you come back.

Slyc

I just read your earlier post. And I don't even know what to say. It took a lot to share that yes. *hugs*

 

[slyc_willie]

I just read your earlier post. And I don't even know what to say. It took a lot to share that yes. *hugs*

Lynn

 

[starrkers]

I've just caught up on this thread.

Slyc, there's no words.

 

[slyc_willie]

I didn't intend to leave anyone out in my thanks.

Chantily, TC . . . thank you, both of you.

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[slyc_willie]

I've just caught up on this thread.

Slyc, there's no words.

I guess I just wanted to get it out. Sometimes it helps to bark at the moon, you know?

Thanks.

 

[joeys-game]

I just want to say, to everyone -- Kiten, Selena, Serene, Mil, Joey, Glynndah -- thank you. I know I've mentioned my loss before on other threads, but really just in passing, and it always put me in a funk for a day or two.

it took a lot of effort -- and a few stout beers -- to post what I did last night. I almost felt selfish for doing so. I just wanted to share with my friends and fellow respected authors some of the details of my life, things I find it hard to discuss with those I see every day.

But I suppose that's the advantage of telling it this way . . . I can lay it all out without interruption.

Thank you, all of you, my friends. And Glynndah, I hope you come back.

Slyc

It must have been in incredible effort and somewhat of a test of faith..again, thanks for sharing with us Slyc.

 

[Tom Collins]

I didn't intend to leave anyone out in my thanks.

Chantily, TC . . . thank you, both of you.

es

*squidge*

 

[slyc_willie]

It must have been in incredible effort and somewhat of a test of faith..again, thanks for sharing with us Slyc.

I guess you can't live life without accepting death, right?

Forgive me if I don't return to this thread tonight. I may in the future . . . I've a few more stories to tell.

*hugs* to all

 

[joeys-game]

I guess you can't live life without accepting death, right?

Forgive me if I don't return to this thread tonight. I may in the future . . . I've a few more stories to tell.

*hugs* to all

Quite understandable Slyc.. Have a good evening.

 

[ChristopherMaxwell]

It still makes me shudder......Mugabe's thugs when I was a little lad. Since many grown men and women were terrified, too, I've no cause for shame in that respect.

 

[Chantilyvamp]

I guess you can't live life without accepting death, right?

Forgive me if I don't return to this thread tonight. I may in the future . . . I've a few more stories to tell.

*hugs* to all

(I must admit today I don't want to accept death...I'd rather go and kick fate right up the ass with a nice steel toed boot that they will have to have surgically removed.)

Through sharing of our stories we learn more about ourselves and others. A friend once told me the compassion of friends could heal the cracks in the world.

 

[Selena_Kitt]

(I must admit today I don't want to accept death...I'd rather go and kick fate right up the ass with a nice steel toed boot that they will have to have surgically removed.)

Through sharing of our stories we learn more about ourselves and others. A friend once told me the compassion of friends could heal the cracks in the world.

"Do not go gentle into that goodnight... Rage, rage against the dying of the light..."

 

[angelicminx]

...

This is the hardest one.

...

Big hug, sweetheart.

Thank you for sharing.

There's so much I want to say, but mostly I just want to hug you.

 

[Fallenfromgrace]

Reading 'she's been in a skateboarding incident' and then reading the update.



Apparently i look like ive seen a ghost- the colour has been drained from my face for the last half hour.

 

[Guest]

.....

 

[matriarch]

Reading 'she's been in a skateboarding incident' and then reading the update.

Ditto.

 

[Rumple Foreskin]

After reading slyc's post, I feel almost embarrassed to include my tale. That's not false modest--just the facts. As slyc can testify, it's much easier to take a couple bullets than to lose your wife and unborn child.

What follows is the story of how I managed to get out of Vietnam in time to make it home for the football season way back in 1969. It's taken from my "Alive and Going Home" story posted here at Lit. I thought about switching it to first person, but just changed the main character's name.

Rumple Foreskin

==

They were late. The first light of dawn was just minutes away when Bill's squad led the rest of the recon platoon to the top of a low, scrub-brush covered hill that rose like a canker from the surrounding rice paddies.

The new lieutenant came up. Bill stepped out of line to check on orders while motioning for the squad to keep moving. When he rejoined them, he was third in line instead of first. It would be a crucial difference.

As he began giving an order to set up a defensive perimeter, the man now first in line stepped on a booby-trap. Tony Doughty was a big, pug-nosed, good-natured guy from Tennessee—so new to the unit he still didn’t have a nickname. His large body danced in mid-air. A sheet of flame, laced with white streaks, raced toward Bill. It was the last thing he'd see for months.

When the explosion slammed into him, Bill struggled to stay on his feet, worried that he might fall onto another booby-trap. Then his knees gave out and he crumpled onto the ground.

After spitting out a mouthful of Vietnam, Bill made a quick, unsuccessful search for his rifle. While reaching for his canteen, he discovered his pistol still in its holster. Knowing he had the unauthorized, snub-nose .38 Special made him feel better. The VC seldom took prisoners and even when they did, it was common knowledge the captives were usually tortured to death.

He began checking his body for wounds. There was something warm and wet around his groin. With a growing sense of panic he smelled the fluid. It was urine, not blood.

The blast had caught him from the waist up. There were tiny pieces of metal and gravel in his arms, chest, and head. Raw powder burns covered his face. He was blind. But with all those injuries, Bill knew he'd been lucky.

Had they been on time, there would have been no reason to step out of line and talk to the lieutenant. Had they been on time, he would have remained in the lead spot. Had they been on time, he would have been the one who stepped on the booby-trap. Had they been on time, he'd be dead.

 

[slyc_willie]

Big hug, sweetheart.

Thank you for sharing.

There's so much I want to say, but mostly I just want to hug you.

In four more days, you can

 

[slyc_willie]

After reading slyc's post, I feel almost embarrassed to include my tale. That's not false modest--just the facts. As slyc can testify, it's much easier to take a couple bullets than to lose your wife and unborn child.

What follows is the story of how I managed to get out of Vietnam in time to make it home for the football season way back in 1969. It's taken from my "Alive and Going Home" story posted here at Lit. I thought about switching it to first person, but just changed the main character's name.

Rumple Foreskin

==

They were late. The first light of dawn was just minutes away when Bill's squad led the rest of the recon platoon to the top of a low, scrub-brush covered hill that rose like a canker from the surrounding rice paddies.

The new lieutenant came up. Bill stepped out of line to check on orders while motioning for the squad to keep moving. When he rejoined them, he was third in line instead of first. It would be a crucial difference.

As he began giving an order to set up a defensive perimeter, the man now first in line stepped on a booby-trap. Tony Doughty was a big, pug-nosed, good-natured guy from Tennessee—so new to the unit he still didn’t have a nickname. His large body danced in mid-air. A sheet of flame, laced with white streaks, raced toward Bill. It was the last thing he'd see for months.

When the explosion slammed into him, Bill struggled to stay on his feet, worried that he might fall onto another booby-trap. Then his knees gave out and he crumpled onto the ground.

After spitting out a mouthful of Vietnam, Bill made a quick, unsuccessful search for his rifle. While reaching for his canteen, he discovered his pistol still in its holster. Knowing he had the unauthorized, snub-nose .38 Special made him feel better. The VC seldom took prisoners and even when they did, it was common knowledge the captives were usually tortured to death.

He began checking his body for wounds. There was something warm and wet around his groin. With a growing sense of panic he smelled the fluid. It was urine, not blood.

The blast had caught him from the waist up. There were tiny pieces of metal and gravel in his arms, chest, and head. Raw powder burns covered his face. He was blind. But with all those injuries, Bill knew he'd been lucky.

Had they been on time, there would have been no reason to step out of line and talk to the lieutenant. Had they been on time, he would have remained in the lead spot. Had they been on time, he would have been the one who stepped on the booby-trap. Had they been on time, he'd be dead.

Huah, Rumple.

 

[Vermilion]

Reading the update.

It feels so odd to be so scared for someone you've never met IRL
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