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lostinshanghai

Social climber
someplace
Nov 28, 2012 - 03:52pm PT
Something you canít get out of mind that keeps with you, like dreams that soon fade away but come back to make you remember every detail.

In Ď67 a few of us were on a search and destroy mission in Nam, locals were evacuated in choppers and anyone else told to leave the area. Took a couple of days till we were given the orders to go. There was six of use including myself carrying my M-60 machine gun nicknamed the "roach".

Canít recall if it was one of those ďbring/lite them upĒ, meaning bringing and smoking cigarettes: being out for 45 days to two months was normal for us,a "Wire Rat" or resupplies every two weeks. Some missions you did not smoke since the smell of the smoke can be carried miles as well as not bathing; everything taped down with duct tape so no noise. Your senses came surreal after the first week; you could smell and your hearing was excelled 300%.

So after the second day or third we came across a black pajama party. We hit three or four and then see this last one running like hell on the trail with rich patties to his left and to his right. The shot sequence was if as looking at a watch from 16:00 hrs. [4 AM/PM] to 22:00 hrs. [10 AM/PM]. So you set up your shooting pattern and in this case aiming just a few meters ahead so he will run into it, making a direct hit wasting no ammo or using less.

Also canít recall if it was me or not but likely one of my team members with a CAR-15. Both having different hitting patterns and egress most likely the Car -15.

So he is running and at a good pace. A burst goes off in his direction and what we see when he gets hit is the top of head comes off from the neck and falls in the rice paddy to his right. What came next was a little bit strange for all of us: the body with his head gone was still running and at the same pace for a good 5 seconds till it fell in the left rice paddy.

We all laughed at the same time for a couple of seconds. The laughter wasnít about fun it was about the absurdity/craziness of war. We took body count, checked for papers, maps, any intel, took all the rice and food then spread it out and made sure it could not be used for eating; one had a watch that I took since it can be used for communication.

When I looked at his hand it was still ticking; as soon as I took it off his wrist it stopped. I tapped on it to move the hour hand as well as the second or minute; they would not move, banged it a couple of times as well trying to make it work; still nothing. Figuring it was worthless was going to throw it but packed it and sent it home a few months later with the time being set at the time of the KIA and still trying it to move to no avail.

We then went on our merry way looking for another time.

What was scary or spooky when I finally found it 44 years later going through some boxes? Stay tuned.

Jebus H Bomz

climber
Reno, Nuh VAAAA duh
Nov 28, 2012 - 04:38pm PT
Heh. Did you type this with hands over eyes, Dingus? Weird. Or 'word'?

Whatever.

I've seen some sucky stuff in the healthcare setting, but there are clearly some very deep levels of such here. What is seen can't be unseen, I agree with that, and I've been haunted by far less than what some have witnessed at close hand in these accounts. I wish you all the best and that we can all take the good and try to prevent the bad from happening.

It's the goddamn human condition, and we are bound to suffer it.
Jebus H Bomz

climber
Reno, Nuh VAAAA duh
Nov 28, 2012 - 04:50pm PT
It seemed just reply to a blind interjection? Anyway, I thought you wouldn't read it, eyes covered and all. Sorry, I have known somebody recently who answers deep hurt by saying they can't handle it. Checking out. Buh-bye, and good luck with all that. Your reply smacked me as that, as condescending as my whatever seems to you.

But whatever. We'll make mole hills between us and there's real sh#t in this thread. Whatever, then, seems appropriate. No better and no worse on my end, maybe we just didn't read things the same.
Leggs

Sport climber
A true CA girl, who landed in the desert...
Nov 28, 2012 - 05:42pm PT
This thread can be hard to read, and may be a possible trigger for some who have experienced trauma. Sharing is important... an opportunity to get things off your chest.
All those who share or respond, regardless of funny comments about Fox News, or an honest admission that the thread is simply hard to read, as it touches the heart and mind... all contributions should be respected, not judged. Honest opinions should be respected, as should the humor injected. Does the humor added to this thread also deserve a "Whatever"? I think not, in my humble opinion. It's acceptable to have an opinion, or the Taco wouldn't exist. Or Dr. F's ridiculous, never ending thread about politics.

My own personal experiences have taught me a lot about life, loss and taking advantage of each day we are given.
My contribution, besides defending a friend who has been kind enough to defend others is the following:

I watched my mother die right in front of me, at age 13. I didn't mourn her death until I was married and became a mother, in my 20's. Did that f*#k me up, of course it did. How could it not?! She was my mom, and moms are supposed to be "forever" in your life, esp at age 13. It was impossible to wrap my mind and heart around. I can now, today, as an adult who has healed, but that doesn't mean the image isn't vivid in my mind.
I cared for my grandmother and aunt while in-home hospice care was in place... watching a slow death that was impossible to ignore. Those are disturbing "events" I've witnessed. I take care of people, it's in my blood... doesn't mean it's easy. Since an "event" in late July, I've been taking care of myself and my heart like never before... I am at peace that I did the right thing.

Disturbing events I've BEEN in: Getting shot at on Speedway Blvd., at 1pm, on a Tuesday in Nov. 2011, because someone had road rage. This incident changed my life, at first, for the worst, then finally, for the better. The trial starts on Jan. 8th, and I look forward to bringing my shooter DOWN, not out of spite, but because what he did was wrong, and he could have killed me, or other individuals on the road that day.

Are my experiences the same as yours? Nope. Let us all learn from individual experiences and respect contributions, esp on THIS TOPIC. We are human. Simple as that.

~peace, Leggs
RP3

Big Wall climber
El Portal/Chapel Hill
Nov 28, 2012 - 05:45pm PT
I watched a guy fall off of the top of the Trapps a few years ago. He alnded headfirst on a boulder 40 ft away from us (my sister and I...she had been climbing less than 10 times). His head exploded like a pinata.


uggg
splitter

Trad climber
Cali Hodad, surfing the galactic plane
Nov 28, 2012 - 05:45pm PT
Reilly - Splitter, the next time I move I'm gonna make sure it ain't next to you. Your a jinx, man!
LOL!
Jebus H Bomz

climber
Reno, Nuh VAAAA duh
Nov 28, 2012 - 06:57pm PT
Does the humor added to this thread also deserve a "Whatever"? I think not, in my humble opinion.


If a random little f*#k all of a word pushes this whole thing over the top for you, that's your business. I described why I said what I said in my last response, you can choose to relate it to your experience or not. I wish I could elaborate on the explanation I gave, maybe it doesn't make sense, but I can't right now.

I generally like the character "Dingus", although his trumpeted statement of avoidance rubbed me the wrong way for the same, perhaps unclear reasons described above.

This is by far not a disturbing event ;).
zBrown

Ice climber
chingadero de chula vista
Nov 28, 2012 - 08:12pm PT
The disturbing events that I have not been witness to are probably more upsetting to me. I guess I've been pretty lucky.

WBraun

climber
Nov 28, 2012 - 08:14pm PT

The whole world has a very disturbing carrot problem .......
Wade Icey

Trad climber
www.alohashirtrescue.com
Nov 28, 2012 - 09:15pm PT
problem is...carrots are hard to get lit...
MisterE

Social climber
Nov 28, 2012 - 09:22pm PT
Really waiting for the "Rest of the story" lostinshanghai.

The tale is absolutely riveting.
splitter

Trad climber
Cali Hodad, surfing the galactic plane
Nov 28, 2012 - 11:07pm PT
Okay, I might as well finish my story (about Gary Ridgeway) that is the "disturbing" part, or what kinda disturbed me(no longer does, i guess)!

So, like I said in my story, this kid (GR) and his father (not sure if his mom was there, i think she stayed home with his brother) show up the night our family bails from Seattle/Renton to go back to Canada. Everything is going just fine (between me and the kid/GR). I was rather surprised (as i recall) that he was acting like a normal kid, hadn't pulled some kind of sh#t on me. BUT, I couldn't get it out of my head that this was gonna be the last time I saw this guy, the LAST time I had to get even with him. Mind you, in all the time I new the little devil, not once did I EVER do anything mean to him. Just wasn't in my nature, i guess. BUT, that night I did.

We were in this stairway/stairwell that led upstairs, and I could here my dad and his dad talking, etc! Everything was super mellow. They must of given the kid a tranquilizer or whatever. But, like I said, I new it was then or never, so I sent one of my dad's shoes really hard down the railing (we were playing slide and catch with it) and it KO'd him, nailed him in the nose and all this blood comes gushing out. I got my ass whipped good and sent to my room by my father, and I new that I would (seriously)! But it was well worth it, imo! The kid had caused me that much sh#t in my short life.

So, I have always wondered (or since I put it all together) was the kid he first tried to off (kill) the 6 year old boy he stabbed a dozen or more times and left for dead when he was 16, supposed to represent ME? Was it an act of revenge, or whatever? Because I was only 6 years old when I last saw him, the night I "got even"!

EDIT: Leggs - Good Luck, in regards to the trial and bringing that jerk "DOWN"!! Teach the d00d a lesson and hopefully prevent him from pulling the same crap on someone else!!
Rock!...oopsie.

Trad climber
the pitch above you
Nov 29, 2012 - 04:09am PT
Some f*#king moron posted another 9/11 conspiracy thread this AM. That's pretty disturbing...
fear

Ice climber
hartford, ct
Nov 29, 2012 - 06:31am PT
Disturbing stuff Splitter

I grew up next to two brothers a couple years younger than me. One was my best friend until we moved away when I was 12 or so. He was totally normal. His brother however, a year or so younger, I'm POSITIVE is a serial killer somewhere.

He used to love to torture and kill things. He also collected roadkill and kept all his dead trophies in the woods. He had a hollow aluminum arrow he showed me when he was much older that he called "Lamprey". It was essentially a barbed and sharp hollow tube he would fire into something to watch it bleed out. I remember being around 14 or so when he showed me the arrow... The hair kinda stood up on the back of my neck.

I wonder how many of us have been close to evil and never known it...
Jaybro

Social climber
Wolf City, Wyoming
Topic Author's Reply - Nov 29, 2012 - 06:46am PT
I watched this guy rap off the end of his rope 1/1/80 at Devils Tower and did initial first aid. He did not use his second chance in life very well.

"Six die in Gillette Wyo Rampage"

http://news.google.com/newspapers?nid=1345&dat=19831221&id=91ZOAAAAIBAJ&sjid=fPkDAAAAIBAJ&pg=6987,1018380
Reilly

Mountain climber
The Other Monrovia- CA
Nov 29, 2012 - 07:00am PT
"Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.
My last confession was, well, a long time ago.
I take an inordinate 'satisfaction' in killing ants.
Nothing else, just ants. But not our native ants, just
those illegal immigrant Argentines."
lostinshanghai

Social climber
someplace
Nov 29, 2012 - 01:09pm PT
Credit: lostinshanghai

Credit: lostinshanghai


There was something I couldnít understand about these movies, the people that watch them loved it and the sequels. Never saw the TV series plus they made a game you can play as well.

In the 2010 remake of the original film, Freddy is reimagined as a pedophile who had sexually abused the teenage protagonists of the film when they were children. When their parents found out, they set him on fire and killed him.

In 2010, Freddy won an award for Best Villain (or Most Vile Villain) at the Scream Awards.

Fictional character I guess, wonder what would happen when reality took over and see if they scream for more.

Seen worse that was just one incident: didnít bother me, I have no ghosts but might have let one out with the watch.

Comes with the territory plus one doesn't have to go back to the past to see what goes on today and in the future.
Leggs

Sport climber
A true CA girl, who landed in the desert...
Nov 29, 2012 - 05:22pm PT
This is by far not a disturbing event ;).

Touche, Jebus ... Touche. ;)

Leggs - Good Luck, in regards to the trial and bringing that jerk "DOWN"!! Teach the d00d a lesson and hopefully prevent him from pulling the same crap on someone else!!
Thanks, Splitter.... and hey, happy you're not dead! Epic experience.

I WILL bring that douche bag down, with honesty and pride. Best part of the story ... I would happen to see "the car" on the street 2 days later, had Jefe, who was driving my SUV that day, follow "the car" into a Target parking lot, hid, and the moment the shooter got out I called 911 (4 times) and got that bastard arrested. He even confessed to shooting at me, even had the gun on him. That day was surreal. Funny part, as I always try to smell the sugar in the shit: Shooter was at Michael's with his kids when he was arrested. Apparently he has a crafty side.

Cheers to all survivors of close calls and disturbing events witnessed.

~peace, Leggs
Jaybro

Social climber
Wolf City, Wyoming
Topic Author's Reply - Dec 14, 2012 - 08:52am PT

A hypothetical question, related to a friends disturbing experience. If you rendezvoused with a new climbing partner (of opposite gender) and parttime exhibitionist, in Utah, to start a multi month roadtrip only to find, when he loaded his worldly
possessions, including his dog, into your car, that he was financing his part of the trip by selling a felony worth of weed 'n shrooms along the way, that he had also loaded into your car; with no prior mention, or consent, on your part, would you;
1) boot his ass out?
2) enjoy being high since at any minute you might be in
Prison?
3) go with it?
4) ever trust him again?
5. Run off with the dog?
splitter

Trad climber
Cali Hodad, surfing the galactic plane ~:~
Feb 19, 2013 - 10:32am PT
Okay, here is a story/situation that I got myself into around 19 years ago. I am having second thoughts about sharing it, because I am not proud of the final outcome (my not taking action/notifying the police) even though it probably wouldn't have made any diference (but perhaps could have). It was a circumstantial, or hearsay situation, but it came straight from the horses mouth, so to speak. Read my story and tell me what you would have done, or what you think I should hve done. Here is that story...

I moved up to San Jose in the Fall of 1992 to pursue a degree at SJSU. I ended up living in my camper van for those two years rather than rent an apartment, because housing was very high there. It wasn't that bad since I generally parked right next to the college, and they had an excellent gym with an olympic size pool where i could shower and work out. Plus, i spent a lot of time in the library and around school etc.!

While at school, I would generaly move my van every other day, or sometimes everday/night. Early on I took notice of this one house (old Victorian two story/there are allot of those in downtown SJ) which was located on one of the side streets next to the college. Actually, what caught my attention was the characters that lived and visited there. They just stood out in a peculiar way. I couldn't quite put my finger on it initially, just something very different in their dispositions. I recall thinking at first that they were some very dedicated or serious minded white supremasist/skinheads, or whatever. But they didn't necessarly fit that particular type because their clothing and hairstyles varied somewhat, among other things (although some may have leaned that way).

I began to notice one predominate trait (over the two years of on and off parking next to or near their house). That was that they NEVER smiled, never even joked around! It was something that stood out. They just seemed to have a very sullen, even dark and bordering on a sinister attitude. So I just wrote it off as some fringe group or whatever.

They were mostly young (late teens to early twenties), and the one dood who seemed to be either their leader, or at least the person who seemed to be in control of the house and the majority of the conversations, etc, was around 24/25. There were probably 5-6 people living there, plus they got a lot of visitors and people hanging out in front.

So, fast forward to my very last day of school (Dec. '94) and the morning of my last final of the semester that I graduated. I just happend to park right in front of their house that morning because, for one reason, it was close to where my class was where I had the final (@11:00). I wanted to study/cram up until the last moment, so I got there early (around 8:00am).

People were in and out of the house all morning as usual (always seemed to have a lot of people coming and going, or hanging out) so I wasn't really paying any attention. Until, right around 10:30, or so, the one main dood comes out of the house and starts talking to this guy who had just arrived.

I was sitting on my bed in the rear of my van, so they couldn't see me (i didn't have a window van). It probably looked like I had just parked there and went to school (like the majority of the vehicles & their occupants on that street) since they could see that there was nobody in the front two seats.

I had the top vent on the van open and the windows cracked (for ventilation) and could pretty much here everything they were saying. But like I said, I was focused on studying for the final/craming in everything i could. UNTIL, I heard a shift in their conversation which it took a VERY dark and eerie nature.

By then, they had positioned themselves to where they were leaning against my vans side door (i could VERY clearly hear them). I mean, it was like I was standing right next to them and they didn't have a clue that I was there (in there).

This became obvious when their conversation shifted to some VERY dark stuff. It became evident that they were practicing Satanist, I will just leave it at that. But that wasn't was what necessarily shocked or disturbed me (answered some of the questions i had though). Suddenly their conversation took on a this sort of guarded tone in which the one guy (late teens/early twenties) seemed to be trying to pry something out of the "head dood/leader". It went something like this...

Head Dood: "We used the ceremonial knife with the pentagram on the handle." (he described it as being very old, etc).

Guy/Teen: says something about "the baby" (i forget).

HD: (i will NEVER forget exactly what he said) "It was a boy. We dumped him in a lake in the Seirra's."

There was more, regarding the ritual or whatever (it's been a long time) and more discussion about the "ceremonial knife", its importance, the culture it came from/was related to, etc.!

It was a rather long and drawn out conversation in that they would talk about something very general and unrelated (like, for example, what music they listened to or some mutual aquaintance/friend or whatever) and then they would come back to these specific details regarding this gathering/ritual that took place. The main dood was feeding this guy bits and pieces, here and there. Shocking, to say the least. Their tone, their seriousness, the way it was discussed, etc, left me with NO doubt that it was true and actually happened.

SO, there I was, half in shock in regards to what I was hearing, and wanting to get the hell out of there, but also mesmerized by what i was hearing. And I also wanted to get as much info as i could, a name perhaps, or whatever to pass on to authorities. Plus I was also waiting (hoping) for them to wrap it up and leave without them discovering I was sitting right there, privy to everything they had just revealed (a friggin murder/child sacrifice).

BUT, they didn't leave, or at least not before I had to leave. I waited tell the very last minute (about 10:58) and by then I had NO choice. I couldn't miss that final (and moving and finding other parking was scarce by then). If I missed that final, that would have been it. I was getting either an A or a B (don't recall, but never I got lower than a B) but if you missed the final you couldn't get anything above a D, which meant you would have to take the class over, which also meant I wouldn't graduate and would have to take the class over the following semester.

I mean, this was a F'n serious situation and I new it. THINK ABOUT IT. These guys just described this freakin hideous/nightmarish scenario that one of them was involved in, and here I am gonna pop out of this van that they were leaning on and had NO clue that I was in. Plus, if I made it out of there in one peace, I had to leave my van and then return for it in about an hour. That would give them plenty of time to come up with a Plan B (way to eliminate me, or F'N kidnap me or friggin interogate me) or get some backup, or whatever. In the very least, they had my van description and liscence plate #!

SO, what I decided to do was; 1) look as nonchalant as I could be (look like i was oblivious to what was just discussed between them). 2) put on my headphones to my Walkman (i had one of those yellow Sport Walkmans) and crank up the music real loud so they would perhaps think that I had been listening to the music all that time and couldn't hear what they were saying. And 3) I new that I was going to have to make eye contact and in the process maintain a VERY, like I said, nonchalant/oblivious air/look. Plus, I new that the person I had to make eye contact with was the HD (head dood/leader, or whoever he was).

So, at the last possible moment I pop open the van sliding side door. As it was, the HD guy was leaning on the friggin door and he was totally caught off guard. I mean you should have seen the look of shock and disbelief on his face. I felt as though I kept it pretty cool, casual, nonchalant. 0h yeah, I didn't have any chewing gum, but I decided to make it look like I was chewing some. Somehow, under the circumstances, I felt as though it would help me cover/mask the way I was really feeling (my facial expression). So I concentrated on chewing some nonexsistant gum, which helped me deal with some otherwise fake neutral expression I was going to have to present with. That was how I dealt with it anyway.

It happened very quik, plus I caught them completely off guard. I was off and down the street towards the school before they could come to their senses. Not sure what they did, I didn't look back, I just kept walking.

When I got back my van was sitting there like I had left it (i kinda thought it would have a flat tire or the wiring might have been messed with to delay my get away or whatever). It started right up and I headed out of town, out of San Jose for good.

I was looking in the rear view mirrors and expecting to see someone following me. Or at least wathing to see where i was going (living) or if I was going to go to the police station or whatever. And I did agonize over that, and I now believe i should have. There was more to the story (more details, etc) that i have since forgotten. But nothing that could pinpoint the exact spot where they dumped the kid (name of the lake, etc) he just said "in the Sierra's"! And I'm sure he got rid of the knife, or would have sometime soon after I popped out of the van (if it was in his house) because he did go into some specific details besides the petagram on the handle (described the blade & the specific area/style it was, etc) and seemed as though he/they were fond of it and still had it.

But it all came back to me (or what I can now recall) early this morning. So I decided to share it here. I guess to kind of get it off my chest/shoulders (or hope it would help some). Not that it bothers me that much anymore, i haven't thought about it in a long while. Actually I did bring it up on some thread here on ST about a year or two ago, but ended up deleting it the next day (no one commented on it, and it was kind of off topic). It is not a very comfprtable topic to discuss.

I have had a lot of strange situations of this nature (as you probably have noticed by some of the stories I have told). I must say that I wonder how & why me, at times. Like I have said, it has been a long strange trip.

And like I said, I now wish that I would have reported them/this to the SJPD. I guess I figured that they probably wouldn't have done anything (or thought I was a nut case). I mean what could they do? It would have just been my word against theirs. But I did have the address and the discription of the one head dood guy, and they probably would have at least kept an eye on the place & perhaps him. Oh well...
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