THE SCARIEST SITUATION YOU HAVE EVER BEEN IN
Mine was with my brother when i went on a ride along. I was 17 at the time. It was 2 am on st rt 6 in OHIO. Known for heavy drug transportation. 4 times occupied. He makes the stop for no plate light. My dad was a cop my 2 bros are cops and my grandpa was a cop. never went on a ride along before. He tells me it sucks out here because his only back up is the sheriffs dept and if they are on the other side of the county it could be 25-30 min away..WHat???????pfffff. He tells me if something happens to radio dispatch.. I was chitting...Make a long story short 2 had warrants and there was some weed in the car, just a mist but scared the crap out me. BTY That same brother made his tv debute on "The real miami vice in 2003" and works narcotics to this day. Pretty cool
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Going upriver to Vung Tau, making 4, maybe 5 knots, with 130,000 tons of bombs, mines, and other ordnance on a Merchant Freighter, the M.M. Dant. This is my first voyage as a Cadet. Recoilless Rocket round shot from riverbank woods passes through the bridge wing and flies across the bridge, takes off part of the Helmsman's face, and exits through the bridge doorway, exploding on the other riverbank....for the next four hours or so, everybody was on edge.
Since I am an Engine Cadet, I only heard about the attack, but I am on edge like everybody else. We get permission to come alongside, so we can offload the injured AB who was on the Helm. We tie up, and then I have to go on watch, below, in the Engine room. (Below waterline) About a half hour later, there comes this HUGE Explosion, shaking the ship and making the hull ring afterwards, like a bell. A couple of sea valves spit out their packing, and start spurting seawater on hot pipes and machinery, generating instant huge clouds of steamfog - I Immediately poop My Pants and FLEW up the ladders to get out of the Engineroom, only to be told that it was some ARVNs assigned to drop concussion grenades beside the ship to keep VC from planting mines on the hull while we were docked!
The whole crew heard about it, and I was the subject of lots of ribbing for the remainder of the time I was aboard. 1972.0 -
My buddy and I were driving around in Mexico. Every couple hours we came to a roadblock, about 40 soldiers with rifles pulled you over and searched your car.
We got sick of stopping at these roadblocks, so we decided to run 'em.
We would pull over with the other cars, there might be 10 or 15 cars pulled over there, some getting searched, some waiting to be searched.
So we would pull over with all the other cars, we would slow down, and stop, and then start rolling again and go back out on the highway. The soldiers must have figured that some other guys had already searched us, they were pretty disorganized.
We had done this 3 times in one day and thought we were pretty smart.
So we pulled our trick for the 4th time that day, but this was at night.
The Mexicans spotted us pulling out and one guy started waving a lantern at us, the other guy was shaking his rifle.
George was driving my VW van. He said, "Do you want me to stop?"
I said, "You are driving, it is your call."
George kept going.
In about 2 miles here came the flashing lights behind us. It was a brand new Mustang [probably just confiscated from a Gringo.]
They had a flashing light that they stuck on the roof, like detectives use.
George stopped, and the Mustang came to a screeching stop ten feet in front of us.
A little Mexican soldier jumped out and aimed his FN/FAL right at George. An army lieutenant was driving. He had already rolled his window down. He was still sitting in the driver's seat. From ten feet away, he pointed a 1911 ivory grip Colt right between my eyes and he racked the slide.
George and I both knew what to do, Hands Up! We knew if we moved a muscle it could be a real bad night for us.
Thank God the Mexicans didn't fire.
I have been in some pretty scary situations but that was the scariest.0 -
Well .....
I have a couple , not really in a mood to relate and or remember at this time !!!
Serously !!!
d.a.stearns
Gunsmith / LEO a.k.a. SKEEZIX
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A few come to mind.
Being told my wife had cancer....
Being alone in a room with a mental health client holding a loaded shotgun...
Standing in with the SWAT team and talking a client out of a house that had eariler in the day injured two officers with an explosive devise.0 -
Telling some girl I couldnt see her anymore while my cell phone was accidently opened up, wife on the other end, watching our 2 kids. [:0] I just about lost everything, most importantly my family. 0 -
I feel unworthy to associate with all you guys and girls, you've all been through alot more than me. Thank you for sharing your experiences and may God bless you all. Jeff. 0 -
quote:Originally posted by wallie
I remember in my younger days me and my guide were chased into this dead end....there were indians on the right of us...indians to the left of us....indians in front of us and indians in back of us.....i turned to my guide and said..." we're in big trouble now" and he said what U mean "WE" paleface........YA! what a day that was
[:D][:D] You are a cartoon character, Wallie.0 -
Scariest situation ever? Getting a call from an ex, sobbing that her guy friend had raped her. Scariest situation for him? The next day, when he caught the business end of a Louisville Slugger, courtesy of me. 0 -
I was at Watking Glen for a Grand Prix race, I climbed to the top of a pine tree aprox 60 ft, six pack fastened to my belt, great view. I stood up in a hurry to get pictures of a crash, hit my head on a branch and knocked myself almost out. When I came to I was so dizy that I couldnt climb down for an hour or two. Young and stupid.
Now when I watch a race at the track Im always looking for my friend the tree, and wondering how close I came to buying the farm that day.0 -
...when I noticed that some of the men in the mass grave looked like me. 0 -
I drowned.
I joined my brother and some friends, after drinking too much, floating out to a small island in the center of the Colorado River. Part-way there I was sober enough to remember I couldn't swim well, and tried to get back to shore. I didn't make it. I clearly remember sinking, fighting my way back up, screaming, then sinking again. The last time I was near a dock -- someone tossed a life jacket -- all I had to do was tread water two strokes and I was safe. I sank under it, swallowed water, and blacked out.
Came to with my feet still in the shallows, my brother doing CPR on me and screaming he was going to kill me if I didn't live. I puked river water at least a couple of times shortly after that.
I used to like swimming, despite not being good at it. Now I'll do water for drinking and washing, or if I'm on a boat, but I can't force myself to go much more than chest-deep before panic sets in.
BTW -- anyone who considers drowning an easy death -- it isn't.0 -
I feel like I have been incredibly fortunate to be sitting here typing this today. Some of you have expierenced amazing, traumatic events. I hope you have made the best of them in time.
It's o.k. to be scared, anyone who tells you they never have been, or they don't get scared, is full of CHT! I think how you react to it, is the important thing.
The scariest time for me was my younger brothers most recent deployment to Afganistan. It was not his first combat deployment, but I was scared he was going to get himself killed living up to "the family name" over there. He came close, but he came home.
I would have to say it was the proudest time of my life to be there when he came home from that deployment.
I have been through some pretty intense stuff.
A fight which lead to a friend getting stabbed in the streets of Tijuana, an "uncontrolled" landing in a helicopter, I have been beat with a pipe while I was asleep (that's a quick way to wake up). I have had planes crash immediately next to me on the flight deck of an aircraft carrier, I have been in some pretty decent car wrecks. I saw a guy loose an arm (or most of it) while doing maintenance on a catapult on an aircraft carrier. As an EMT I also saw some pretty grusume injuries to people.
I will never forget a woman, probably in her 60's, begging me to save the life of her husband, and it was clearly too late. She wasn't hysterical, she was just so desperate. I hate to feel absolutely helpless.
When I was a survival instructor we really had to push the rescue swimmer students hard. They have to be genuinely fearless, and they have to push themselves until failure if that's what it takes to do something. Knee injuries, broken bones, heat exhaustion, breathing issues that was all the everyday stuff.
Sometimes we pushed the students so hard they lost conscieness, had sizures, started drowning, or whatever the case may have been at the time, it could get nerve racking, and in the moment, it seemed almost a little unfair to them. I really believe that you have to be that hard on them, if they are going to do the job on that day when you're not there to do it for them.
Life is really a fragile thing. One other time I really felt helpless and scared was on the Carl Vinson when they actually had a multiple failure situation happen and they had to scram one of the reactors for a dropped rod. They do drills on reactor emergencies constantly(actually every morning if I remember correctly), but this one particular time, it was not a drill, it was hitting the fan as they say, the ship was powering down, people were reacting, and you just had to hope the guys down stairs got it right and kept us from a meltdown in the middle of the ocean.
It was only a few minutes but it was more than enough time to question everything and have a few last thoughts about life. It was scary.
I always feel like if I have a fighting chance, I will come out on top, I will make it. It is much harder to instantly accept your life is so dramatically in the hands of a few guys who you have never met before.0 -
quote:Originally posted by jwb267
trying to help a friend who was on drugs pull a revolver and put it in your ear
Hey! I forgot about that!
Only it was on the bridge of my nose.
And we were both on drugs.
Oh, and the only thing I was "helping him out of" was a relationship with a girl that I had just started boinkin'.
So... I kinda didn't blame him.0 -
Watching my daughter's lifeless body being rushed form the birthing room to the Intensive Care Unit. They brought her back. She is fine now but the experience changed me.
quote:Originally posted by Mk 19
The worst??? After an emergency c-section we were told that my daughter Jayna had Ebstein's Anomaly with hidrops. She only lived for 48 hours.
I am so sorry for your loss.0 -
quote:Originally posted by bhale187
While still a uniformed street cop one night I saw a guy appearantly breaking intoa car. I was approaching the guy, and started walking between two cars parked side-by-side close together. I identify myself and the guy comes at me, another guy I missed starts coming up from behind the car. At the time I was abut 180, both of them at least 250. Fight was on in a bad way. I pepper sprayed one, and the other one grabbed that arm. I clocked them both several times with the mag light, and after what seemed like an hour (more like a couple minutes really) I finally got them both cuffed.
Turned out one had a murder warrant and the other home invasion warrant with a prior second degree murder conviction-out on parol.
That was the only time I was realy sure I wasn't going home that night.
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The easiest things were being shot at or knocked unconscious.
The toughest was losing two children.0 -
Without a doubt, the period of time between the "Big C" notification phone call, and getting the oncology report after the surgury. Looking at my then 4 and 8 year old and wondering if I would live to see them grow up. 0 -
January 2, 1991 I was working at a full service gas station while going to college. It was about 7:30pm and almost closing time(this was a private run station-mom & pop kind) and in walks a man asking if I could make some change for him because the machine at the car wash next door was broken. I took his dollar and as I was givin him change, he lifted his jacket and put his hand on a pistol and said "Now give me all the money" which I did. He then told me that I did a good job and to go ahead and call the cops and just tell them a black guy did it as he needed money for his sick daughter-ya right. I was sooo scared that he was going to put a bullet in my head and that I would fight if he pulled that gun out. It just so happens a year later he was caught and I was able to pick him out of a lineup. When we went to court as he walked by me he made his hand into the shape of a gun and fired at me. I was a young guy and pretty scared but I got on the stand anyways. That was his Pre Lim trial--there were others there that he robbed so he decided to plead guilty--he ended up getting 12 years. That was the scariest night of my life for sure. Although I won't print his name here, I'll never forget it as long as I live. 0 -
About 8 years ago I had a friend that was always in trouble with the law that I was trying to help out by giving him advice and offering guidance. He could become violent when he drank at times, and other times he would be perfectly fine. I went over to his appartment one night and had a couple beers after work, I was so tired that I fell asleep on his couch. I woke up to him screaming at his girlfriend and he was starting to toss her around and hit her. Keep in mind that this guy was about 6 foot 2 and about 235 and she was 5 foot 7 and about 115 (not to mention a woman whom I believe should NEVER be hit). So I got up as fast as I could and asked him what the f*#k he was doing? Telling him that you dont hit a girl. While I was talking to him he was behind her and had her in a headlock. He looked at her and said "goodbye" and adjusted his hands on her head as if he was going to try and snap her neck. That is when I grabbed his arms and pulled them off of her so that she could get away. At that point I told her to run, and she left the apartment. He out weighed me by about 60lbs and was pretty much pushing me around his kitchen and I got knocked down. It was at that point that he ran to his bedroom and I got up to get outside. When I got outside she was trying to start her car to get away and I was trying to get to my car. He came running out with some type of sub machine gun that he had told me him and a buddy stole from some Army Ranger a few weeks before. That was the first and only time I have ever been on the wrong end of a gun. Not something that i want to repeat. Luckily we were able to calm him down and talk him in to going inside and we left. For obvious reasons that was the last time I ever spoke with him. 0 -
1963 By far...
That is the year my dad died, nothing but violence (Civil Rights) on the news...That is the year JFK got shot. that is the year I started hanging on my uncle and becomig fair with firearms. That is the year I decided to not be a freaking number without a fight. My Uncle was the most knowledgeable gunman that I have ever known and he had a awesome range with a clear view of 700 ft natural backstop.... For ten years I was seem nearly everyplace he was seen....
Idiots still scare me. But as the dude that was trying to lire a girl into his car at a playground found out. I will confront an issue with my bare hands if needed!!! I got a bad case of road rash and he got away...Temporarily!!!0 -
1989 Earthquake 72 hours of terror. 0 -
How about 1/25/08 at 0040 hours. We got a call for a guy locked in his bathroom with a loaded gun and he was going to do himself in. After 1/2 hour of talking to him, he decided to give up. He came out with a rifle held by the muzzle - Remington 7mm Mag and one round was in the chamber!
I'm standing there as backup while the other officer talks him down. This house is made of paper thin walls and I am wonder where those bullets are going to go if he starts shooting. My guys on the outside saw him put the muzzle in his mouth and could hear him talking like they were in the bathroom with him.
We got him out of there in one piece and all my guys were safe. That was one I hope we don't repeat anytime soon.
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#5-falling backwards through the air, and knowing the concrete is waiting for you, and thinking- this could be IT!
(seems like you are falling forever, even though it's only a couple of seconds)
#4-going into a burning house and rescuing a mom and 2 kids.
#3- wrestling a loaded gun away from a drug crazed person.
#2- being chased by a machete weilding drug crazed person.
and
#1-Running my 5 year old daughter to the hospital when the asthma got out of control and she couldn't breath much at all.
Luckily she made it, more than once.(now she's almost eighteen)
My heart goes out to anyone that has lost children, or has children with health problems.
Funny though how time slows down, and the choices one makes when the bababooey hits the fan!
(i.e.-I would take my chances with getting shot, but not with the
prospect of getting hacked to pieces)
p.s. I run a lot faster when I'm scared, than when I'm mad.[:D]0 -
quote:Originally posted by Raupleminze
He came running out with some type of sub machine gun that he had told me him and a buddy stole from some Army Ranger a few weeks before.
Did The Ranger get his gun back?0 -
someone tried to break into my house a few weeks ago at 3am. had to wait for the cops to get there while being at the ready with my little friend. fortunately, didn't have to fire. cops got there in time. 0 -
My daughter at age 8 months had several episodes of breathing problems. this day she was having trouble. Finally seemed better ; my wife finally decided to drop drop her off at day care and go to work.That saved her life, as she stopped breathing and the day care worker was trained and administered cpr :My wife would have paniced.Then as I was standing in her hospital room, she stopped breathing. the nurses tried everything; I stood there as they held her and watched my baby turning blue. The only moment of sheer terror in my life. they life-flighted her to uab birmingham al and I flew up there in my Ford. She survived and now has my four beautiful grandchildren. Thanks for this topic and reminding me to count my blessings. 0 -
first one to come to mind was,
setting at home watching the TV and here someone at the frt door trying to open.[:0]
sorta like if it is unlocked were going in.[xx(]
lucky it was locked.
this is when I DECIDED I DID NOT LIKE ALL MY GUNS LOCKED UP , BUT ONE. now i have at least 3 handy
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Working derricks offshore trying to get rigged down for hurricane, 95 feet above rig floor trying to run 18000 ft of 5 in drill pipe back in the hole.
SO WE COULD LAY THE DERRICK DOWN ,
wind gusting to 70mph the block bouncing off the gurts coming up.
raining so hard i thought i would drown (95 ft above the water)
Lightning popping everywhere.
MAN WAS THIS THE LIFE OR WHAT.0 -
Nothing compares to my anticipated fear of the presidential election in November as what will surely be the most terrifying day in all our lives!
Dawn of the Hildabeast!
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Well, I will just copy an paste it since I got to write about it for a magazine.
Alaska. Finding the Elusive Grizzly
Story and Photos by Wulfmann
As I walked along the banks of Alaska's Nenana River on the border of Denali National Park, I couldn't help but be satisfied with the great day I had experienced. Spending the day deep in the park, I photographed five Grizzlies, a herd of Dall Sheep, Caribou and on a day with the best light of the year, some of the world's most magnificent scenery.
I was in a good mood.
Walking on the large cobblestones of the dry part of the riverbed, I was looking down carefully at each step. I wasn't far from my Denali Resort room when someone called to me in a whisper from the high ridge. There is something unsettling about a "loud" whisper. It is rarely good news and it certainly wasn't now. Looking up, a woman was pointing to my right and saying in what seemed like slow motion, "B-E-A-R-!
My blood turned to ice water!
Turning my head, I realized I had walked to within forty feet of a 450-pound male grizzly. He was busy eating berries and digging out roots with his massive paws that were equipped with long sturdy claws, which tore into the hard ground with ease. I was praying he hadn't seen me. My first pray request was turned down. "Lord, are you paying attention here" I thought! Picking up his huge head he turned and looked straight into my eyes.
My blood now froze solid!
In less than a second a dozen thoughts raced through my brain: I was on slippery stones with a ten foot ridge to my back and no means of escape or defense. He had me trapped.
Fattened up for the upcoming winter and sporting a nice light brown coat, he was a beautiful example of the Alaskan Grizzly Bear. I was so fortunate to be so close to such a beautiful animal in the wild, and yet I was so unfortunate to be so close to such a beautiful and dangerous animal in the wild. What good luck! What bad luck!
For a couple seconds, which seemed more like days, he starred at me, perhaps pondering my fate. Was he aware of the power he held over me? Could he even begin to fathom the impact he was having on my life, my future? I stood completely still trying to remember what one is suppose to do in this situation. Running was not the right thing, but my legs were yelling, "Get Going idiot!" I remembered you're suppose to waive your hands and yell with authority, but since the bear was just looking and not moving towards me, I didn't want to make him angry. I waited for him to make the next move. After all, I had placed myself within his easy reach, a sort of journalist a la carte. It was up to him to decide if he wanted to dine on me.
My next prayer request was not turned down. The 4-year old grizzly went back to digging up roots, dismissing me perhaps as nothing important. Slowly retreating and walking to the path and up the ridge, I went to my room, got my camera and returned to photograph my gracious, all-powerful benefactor. This time from on top of the ridge and about a 100, much safer, feet away.0 -
Hey Dave W, my nephew was in the belly of the Vinson about the time of the Iraq invasion. He had something to do with the nuke reactor.[:0]
He got selected, and made it through, officer training school and the marine instructors.
He's now in training to be a pilot.0
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