Post your sob stories. A challenge, but serious
 

A "real" challenge. A chellenge by a "member" that claims I can out-do his sadness. Ok fucker. Here we go.

Everyone has sob stories. Post yours. No wise-ass comments will be tolerated.

- A close friend in high school, Jason (freshman year), who's [ex]girlfriend told him to "drop dead", hung himself in his bedroom closet. His parents found him the next day. It was declared an accidental suicide since they found sratch marks around his throat, so I guess they thought he had second thoughts?

- Growing up, my next door neighbors of 13 years, were 3 brothers. I was so close to all of em. I grew up in the country and they were next door neighbors. Adam, Paul, and John. John got killed when his friend tried to outrun a train while racing toward train tracks. The train won.

- That's how my 2nd cousin and 3rd cousin died as well, 6 months later. They were together, in a truck going home from a construction job. Jeremy died on impact, Jimmy died 2 days later in the hospital. Jimmy taught me how to ski when my family went to the lake every summer.

- As most of you know, I got injured during the last week of my senior year of high school. After I got injured, a friend, Gretchen, drew a characture of 10 of my closest friends on a poster, and put it on a wall of my hospital room. Things like "Get well soon Phil!", "I love you Phil!", etc. She got killed while driving home at the start of her Christmas break. She was "the one" if you know what I mean.

- Everyone that has childhood memories remembers Thanksgivings, Christmases, Birthdays, etc, at grandma and grandpa's house. Remember those memories? They're both long gone, but I still remember them every holiday.

Life is short. Play hard.

Hmm, the only thing that really sticks in my mind is my cousin's death. He was eight years old, and was on the top of the garage with my grandfather. My grandfather was tarring the roof at the time, and then my cousin fell off the roof onto the ground, which was about twenty feet or so. He split his head, and was taken to the hospital, where he developed meningitis. I'm not sure on the time line, but from what I understand his condition steadily worsened, and he fell into a coma. After a month or so they turned off the life support.

:(

Ok one more that reminded me of that.

My landlord of the place we rent office from ....

His son was riding a go-cart. Seems innocent enough right? He was 8 as well. It was a cold day, so he had on mittens, a heavy coat, and a scarf. He was going fast. The scarf blew behind him. The scarf got caught in one of the wheels and choked him to death.

Damn it Quad, you really have had your fair share of bad times in your life.

anyone ever see final destination?

*note to self: stay away from DJQ

not trying to be a wise-ass...i'm just sayin'.

Everybody does. It's all relative :)

Iraq, March 23, 2003

First night of enemy contact after a 2 day truck through the desert, start to hit the cities in Iraq. My first reaction to getting shot at by a known enemy at 2200hr. The only thing i hear is Tink, Tink, Tink. OH SHIT, start to return fire, and all is well, thanks to the Air Force.

24 March, around 1700, the day the skies turned orange, again enemy contact. This time we are feeling pretty good cause we fought till sun up the day prior, and zero sleep, no casualties, we are living large. Contact, East, Out. Enemy to the east, get ready, here they come again. Next thing i hear over the radio is shit I'm hit. This is a M1A1 Abrhams Tank, nothing can destory this thing. Next transmition is oh shit, im hit, another M1A1 is hit. Next transmission is I am on fire, and i can not put it out, we are going to button up. When they closed the hatches, they brought the fire in with them, and now the tank crewmen are on fire. All i hear over the radio are screams for help. During this time we are all now in enemy contact and he is fucking us up. and all you hear on the radio is guys on that tank crew screaming for help. The other tank gets on the radio and starts screaming that they too are on fire, but not the crew.

We realize that we have kicked open a hornets nest of something that we know that we can not fend off at the moment. As we turn around to get out of what we opened, i passed the 2 M1A1's on fire, and knowing that the crew was stuck inside, and still hearing them scream over the radio for help. Then i hear that M3A2 Bradley is now stuck have 30-50 pissed off bubbas shooting at them, and they can not move, and need to be evacuated ASAP. We turn around to grab up the crew members from the stuck Bradley.

We can not stop at the tanks right away, cause the fire has started to cook off the ammo on top of the tank, and it is not safe for anyone to get close with out possibly loosing life. We must pull back, and re establish a some sort of security, and keep faith for those in those 2 tanks.

Cook off complete, we rush to those crews and pull them out, still alive, and suffered smoke inhalation, and burns. While all this is happening the forth of july is also happening cause we have called artillery, MLRS, and the AF all on this area to wipe out whatever was there.

There is happiness and sadness to this story. Everyone lived. But living day to day hearing those screams of the men, and boys that you fight side by side at times is death. Though i still get a chance to say hey to them, those screams never vanish.

I haven't. Good?

I don't think I'm THAT bad luck.. heh

I agree DJQ, Come down south, I'll buy ya a beer. Actually ill be in the Cincy area in July, i'll let you buy me a beer.

See that's the thing (aka "ting"). Agree or disagree with what we're doing in Iraq, Afghanistan, or pre 9/11, Libya, North Africa, Yugoslavia, whatever -- I have a huge respect for what our military does. It's a shame that most Americans have no clue what our military does to protect our freedoms. The sacrifices they make, as well as their families.

(this is not a political thread.. lol)