Base to final transition @ Lowake TX grass strip in V tail Bonanza N922VW and motor dies. Pucker factor at max. Thank God for the other tank. I was not driving...

(Glad that you are still here with us....the lucky and living)

Man Hugh that is some ****!

1. lost my 5 yo son for about 40 minutes along a lake trail last summer. Died every minute of looking for him.

2. Every time a little kid has a laryngospasm on emergence and the pulse oxymeter groans slower and slower seemingly forever...everyone in the room dies a little but nobody ages more than the people in charge of airway.

yeah that sucks ball. good thing you got two

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In a tunnel in Cambodia 1970...3/4 Cavalry 25th Infantry Div.....I was 19. A flashlight and a .45.
Part of the incursion into Cambodia

So far you win.

Most everyone else was doing something fun. There was likely nothing remotely fun for a long stretch. I guess the parents loosing a kid for a few minutes is stressful, but going into a tunnel knowing there are bad guys that want to kill you is off the charts.

I was flying right seat in a Huey at 300' when I had a right window full of A-10. Was numb for a few days.

I read they call those lawyer killers.

5yrs old playing in the front yard with a friend while my sister and another friend cut grass on the riding mower. suddenly everything turns black, I hear screaming and then they are rolling the mower off of me. I try to stand up and notice my leg is ripped open from butt to knee. looks like potted meat with grass mixed in.. I can see bone. my arm from the elbow down is hanging from strip of skin and tissue and I hold on to it so it doesn't fall off. somehow I walk across the yard and to the kitchen screen door under the carport and tell my mother I'm cut. we're now in the car rushing to the hospital in town and I'm bleeding out. I apologize to my mother for ruining her white uniform which is now red from my blood. now the scary part,, I'm lying on the bed in the emergency room as I watch the nurse set up the tray with bone saw, large knives and other implements of destruction while listening to the doctor explain to my mother about amputation and signing releases.. I'm 5 fkn yrs old! I shouldn't be hearing this.. she refuses to sign release and they wrap my cuts with wax paper, stick me in an ambulance and ship me to Ochsner in New Orleans 90 miles away. I remember hitting the railroad tracks about 60 miles down the road and everything went black. woke up as they prepped me for surgery in New Orleans.. fun times!

I read about this. Respect sir.

My father did that as well, I believe he was Air Cav. Apparently that was punishment for being skinny. He very rarely talks about it. Thank you for your service.

1) My wife laying on the couch while the EMT says he can't find her pulse.
2) My daughter going into an MRI to look for a brain tumor
3) A huge homeless guy chasing me down holding a 2x4 that he intended to beat me with.

All worked out fine. My wife needed a Summer to heal.

Question? Why do we even have this thread? Four pages of stuff that makes my skin crawl.

Larry

WTF? I take it you still have all limbs?

yep. still have all 4

Why do we have this stuff - so we can learn from others and hopefully avoid having accidents. To give credit to those soldiers fighting for the homeland.

With regards to accidents in aircraft there is an old saying: learn from the mistakes of other pilots because you won't live long enough to make them all yourself.

Stay safe all!

Yeah, you get the prize mate. Kudos.

You do realise that in the last 40 years you probably haven't met anyone more courageous than yourself?

(I subscribe to the theory that courage is not being unafraid, it's been scared s...less and doing what needs to be done anyway)

I outran a tornado that had just pulled the corn up in the field across the four lane and now pulled the passenger window out of its tracks. Had a tornado blow our motorcycle trailer through the garage door and pull all the metal covering off the soffit and made our lawn furniture disappear. Nearly died having gotten caught in a blizzard a quarter mile from getting home.

None of that compares to walking by our then 4 year old sons room and seeing an empty bed and no answer when I called his name. Then three of us calling his name and searching the house. OK, all the doors are still locked but no one can find him. Turns out he had snuck into our room and hid in my wife's closet and would not answer for fear of getting in trouble. Funny thing is we had searched the closets in the bedrooms so he was hid pretty well.

Brent,
I think any parent that has been there would have to put not being able to find there child at the top of the "Scary List".

Man, that's a tough call. Tornado bearing down or your child missing when you know they shouldn't be gone.