Epic True Story Thread

In 2004 I'm out on a SR mission with an ODA in Helmand Province Afghanistan. Are mission wasn't to engage(unless we had no choice). I'm staring through my SOFLAM to get the distance to an enemy compound when an RPG comes right at us. It hits 7-8 yards in front of us. I took shrapnel through my right arm, my upper lip was pierced through and 2 teeth were cracked. I took a chunk to the neck and left side of the head. As I'm lying on the ground being worked on by the 18D I know I'm bleeding out. I pass out. During my unconsioness I see my grandmother walk by me holding a baby. She stares right at me and smiles. I wake up 3 hours later in a trauma facility with major head injuries and loss of blood. I can't speak because my upper lip was pierced through. I get back home and tell my mom what happened. She also saw her mom that night(my grandmother). I spoke with my priest about it and he said the baby your grandmother was carrying was you. She was telling you that she would take care of you. I've always been a Christian and feel free to laugh at me but if that's not proof of a higher power at work I don't know what is.
 
In 2004 I'm out on a SR mission with an ODA in Helmand Province Afghanistan. Are mission wasn't to engage(unless we had no choice). I'm staring through my SOFLAM to get the distance to an enemy compound when an RPG comes right at us. It hits 7-8 yards in front of us. I took shrapnel through my right arm, my upper lip was pierced through and 2 teeth were cracked. I took a chunk to the neck and left side of the head. As I'm lying on the ground being worked on by the 18D I know I'm bleeding out. I pass out. During my unconsioness I see my grandmother walk by me holding a baby. She stares right at me and smiles. I wake up 3 hours later in a trauma facility with major head injuries and loss of blood. I can't speak because my upper lip was pierced through. I get back home and tell my mom what happened. She also saw her mom that night(my grandmother). I spoke with my priest about it and he said the baby your grandmother was carrying was you. She was telling you that she would take care of you. I've always been a Christian and feel free to laugh at me but if that's not proof of a higher power at work I don't know what is.


Maybe it's the child you're meant to bring into the world.
 
Thanks brother I appreciate that. I see a Dr and talk about these things. And if I'm struggling with something we find a solution. I'm blessed to be alive, body is beat up some but I'm alive. I can't complain about anything. Just deal with it one day at a time. This year has been one of toughest years with my PTSD since 2013.

The last few years I was able to get out of it fast. This it's lingered around some. But the last three weeks have been good.
Did what you had to do and got you & your brothers home safe.
Fuck that lil bitch she can rot in hell, slow death for the men that put her up to it.

preciate your service.
 
I let a 57 year old woman seduce me. Dirty bitch, she couldn't keep her hands away from me. We met in a pub and she proper fucked me very hard, impaling my cock. She was old enough to be my mother.
 
I have lived a different life than many. I'm not a gang banger or club affiliated. That being said I have many friends in prison for murder, kidnapping, etc. This happened a few years ago.
A good friend showed up at my house one morning covered in blood. Calmly said he just killed somebody and it was too fucked up to fix this time. His hands were shredded and bleeding. He wasn't going back to prison.
He proceeded to tell me the graphic details of the murder. But first a little intro to him. Crazy motherfucker. We all knew not to call him for help with an "issue" unless u wanted someone dead. Fucking sociopath. Strange though how polite and respectful he was around my family and random people in general. He also took very good care of his kids and they loved him dearly. He could pull chicks almost at will. Cycled through girlfriends like I do cars. Nice guy at first glance. Inside he was a butcher.

He tells me that the girl he had been dating for a few weeks, nice girl, had her shit together, nice truck, job, I'd met her, had gone to his house to hang out, they started drinking. Something went wrong, he stabbed her until she died. I will spare u the graphic details as I wish I never heard them. I asked him "what the fuck did u do that for"? He said "i dont know".. he told me it was his last run and told me he was going to spend the day robbing banks and mail me the money immediately until he got caught. Im like "wtf bro, wtf" he said he had to go and he would get a hold of me in a few.
I'm obviously disturbed now. He never killed any innocent people.
I Had called a few of our mutual friends in the meantime as I'm conflicted as what to do. I've known this guy for 20 years.
He pulls back in minutes later. He says "it's over, cops are at my house, I need a gun". "Fuck no" I said.. He asked if I wanted anybody killed, he would go do it right then. I told him no. He pulled a fake gun from his waistband and asked "do u think this will do it?" I replied " what? Make the cops kill you? Yeah, thatll do it". He's completely calm. He gave me a hug, gave our crew a hug, said he loved us and he left. I could see in his face it was the last time I'd see him, still remember him throwing a peace sign as he drove off. A few minutes later we heard massive gunfire. He ran the police barricade at his house, jumped out with his fake gun, got shot, and died on the concrete.

It was very surreal knowing I let a close friend drive off to his certain death. I still feel guilt for the officers that shot him. It was what he needed though. No need for prison or trial. Fucking stupid fuck...
I'm an emotional motherfucker but I never shed a tear for him. Strange emotions..
I left out many details but there is no ongoing investigation anyways so fuck it. They figured it out accurately enough.
 
I have lived a different life than many. I'm not a gang banger or club affiliated. That being said I have many friends in prison for murder, kidnapping, etc. This happened a few years ago.
A good friend showed up at my house one morning covered in blood. Calmly said he just killed somebody and it was too fucked up to fix this time. His hands were shredded and bleeding. He wasn't going back to prison.
He proceeded to tell me the graphic details of the murder. But first a little intro to him. Crazy motherfucker. We all knew not to call him for help with an "issue" unless u wanted someone dead. Fucking sociopath. Strange though how polite and respectful he was around my family and random people in general. He also took very good care of his kids and they loved him dearly. He could pull chicks almost at will. Cycled through girlfriends like I do cars. Nice guy at first glance. Inside he was a butcher.

He tells me that the girl he had been dating for a few weeks, nice girl, had her shit together, nice truck, job, I'd met her, had gone to his house to hang out, they started drinking. Something went wrong, he stabbed her until she died. I will spare u the graphic details as I wish I never heard them. I asked him "what the fuck did u do that for"? He said "i dont know".. he told me it was his last run and told me he was going to spend the day robbing banks and mail me the money immediately until he got caught. Im like "wtf bro, wtf" he said he had to go and he would get a hold of me in a few.
I'm obviously disturbed now. He never killed any innocent people.
I Had called a few of our mutual friends in the meantime as I'm conflicted as what to do. I've known this guy for 20 years.
He pulls back in minutes later. He says "it's over, cops are at my house, I need a gun". "Fuck no" I said.. He asked if I wanted anybody killed, he would go do it right then. I told him no. He pulled a fake gun from his waistband and asked "do u think this will do it?" I replied " what? Make the cops kill you? Yeah, thatll do it". He's completely calm. He gave me a hug, gave our crew a hug, said he loved us and he left. I could see in his face it was the last time I'd see him, still remember him throwing a peace sign as he drove off. A few minutes later we heard massive gunfire. He ran the police barricade at his house, jumped out with his fake gun, got shot, and died on the concrete.

It was very surreal knowing I let a close friend drive off to his certain death. I still feel guilt for the officers that shot him. It was what he needed though. No need for prison or trial. Fucking stupid fuck...
I'm an emotional motherfucker but I never shed a tear for him. Strange emotions..
I left out many details but there is no ongoing investigation anyways so fuck it. They figured it out accurately enough.
Holy fuk man.
 
I have many other happier stories too. Sorry that one was so long. I've got some cool car chase stories and shit.

Almost teared up rereading it. Lol. Fought it back though so I still stand by my statement.
 
. I've got some cool car chase stories and shit.
While running from the police and with a decent distance from the lead pursuit car, I once used my ebrake to stop my car on a state highway in Sanford FL. It was dusk and visibility was poor. No break lights because of the ebrake idea and the county Leo whizzes right by. We hid on an access rd for short time and then hit I4 and went back to Orlando. All of this over a stolen 12 pack from a gas station.
 
While running from the police and with a decent distance from the lead pursuit car, I once used my ebrake to stop my car on a state highway in Sanford FL. It was dusk and visibility was poor. No break lights because of the ebrake idea and the county Leo whizzes right by. We hid on an access rd for short time and then hit I4 and went back to Orlando. All of this over a stolen 12 pack from a gas station.
So for 14$ you risked going to prison for years? You crazy bastard. LMAO
 
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