tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680984228843410546.post3731274081252625702..comments2023-12-21T22:29:33.778-05:00Comments on Memoirs From Nam: No Contact with Kilo 9 CJ Heckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13867024641088772150noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680984228843410546.post-66034768111952066222015-01-23T00:22:46.242-05:002015-01-23T00:22:46.242-05:00A well told event of an emotional situation. Sadly...A well told event of an emotional situation. Sadly that's how our mind processes these types of events. Those type of things are stored much like that first kiss, or intimate moment. I have always thought that there is not much difference in a dream and the real thing emotionally. When you first awake you are relieved that the moment isn't real, unless the mind replayed a friendlier emotional moment. Young healthy men have nocturnal emissions, it's hormonal and your mind sometimes adds elements to make it interesting.<br /> <br />Later in life, for a moment it's real, then before you open your eyes you realize it is a dream. Emotions are still there whether a nice dream or one that has been etched forever that is related to violent acts. I started writing a paper once, where I postulated that the intensity could very possibly cause someone to have health issues because of the intensity. The relief is you wake up, in the unconscious mind it is really happening. <br /><br />The good thing about the whizzing rounds, is that they are already past you. Bullets out run the speed of sound. Men being wound up like an 8 day clock also contributes to the emotion. The smell of cordite brings forth many memories, when you target shoot or hunt. I don't hunt, nor do I know many ex veterans that do. I have a pistol for these days and times. <br /><br />The first time I was shot was in high school, and I was at my road buddies house in San Antonio. We walked to a 7/11 to get a coke and some Tampa Jewels. Of course we were cool like that. We were walking back to his house and I noticed a car following us slowly, it was two couples. <br /><br />They pulled up beside us and gave us the one finger salute, and a few obscenities. I told my friends lets slow down and time this and try to get them to stop. Back then I was tougher than a cheap cut of round steak, we all were right? So I came to the corner and they turned in front of me. The young man in the back seat leans out the window with a pistol and say "your dead MF" and emptied the gun straight at my chest. I didn't have a chance to say anything. It may as well have been "Dirty Harry's 44 Mag" as I thought it was curtains. <br /><br />I looked down and my shirt was on fire, they shot me with a starter pistol. I begged for them to stop, I remember their faces laughing looking out the back window. From that I knew if it were a real gun, it would be over before you knew it, or could react. I just wanted to do a little laying on of the hands. One other time I went to pick up a friend of the families dog, there was a divorce going on. It was dark and I walked under a street light and a drunk little woman about 90 pounds was pointing a 12 gauge pump straight at me. <br /><br />Do you have any idea how big a 12 gauge looks when it's pointed at you, by a drunk female who is a little on edge? She says "you robbed me once tonight, your not going to do it twice". She had changed the locks to keep husband out, he came home and broke into his own house, got his stuff and left. Then I show up to get the dog. She finally agreed to let me leave, if I would never come back. I love to make people's dreams come true. I digress.<br /> <br />I can't figure the ROK's trying to get in your area. They are keenly aware of how area's are secure especially at night. Those were some rough troops, when the NVA knew ROK's were in an area, they would plunder else where.~Frank Fox<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com