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What thoughts ran through your head? How do you know precieve death?

2007-02-24 07:13:16 · 6 answers · asked by Anonymous in Society & Culture Religion & Spirituality

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yea i have. i can't really remember, i was three at that time. but i thank God that he let me live.

2007-02-24 07:16:24 · answer #1 · answered by Rumba 4 · 0 0

I have
I was pronounced "DOA"...but there was this red-headed kid in the ambulance that refused to give up on me.
Later, that same kid came to see me in the hospital in Cali. where I was in a locked ICU ward. The first time, he came to tell me that my kids were all OK, and the second time, he brought me the names, addresses, and telephone numbers of the folks who were taking care of them.
Now, here's the weird part...when I was well enough to go to the nurse's station, I asked for this kid's name, and how I could get in touch with him to thank him for all he did for me...but, nobody else saw this person but me. There are no records of any such person working with the ambulance service, nor did anyone see any such person ever come into or leave the (LOCKED) ICU ward, or notice any such person visiting with me while I was there.
As for what went through my mind...it would be impossible to describe, but I'll tell you this much.
I'm not afraid of death any more.
That doesn't mean I'm in any hurry, mind...I love my life here...I love my kids and grandkids, and I don't want them to grieve...I love my writing, and I have lots of ideas for more stuff I want to do...but I know that death is not the terror most folks think it is. When God calls me, I will be able to face it without the fear I used to have.

2007-02-24 15:42:06 · answer #2 · answered by Anonymous · 2 0

i have when i was 12 or 13 me my sister and her friend were playing in this lake it was in the winter time and it was frozen now b4 we ever played in it this guys goes and dumps toxic waste in the pond so it was frozen and my friend kicked a can to me so i kicked back with a lil spin to it and i went in the frezzing water it was abot 10 ft deep and i was only 4ft tall then so my mouth was going in the wastes and all of that and i got out i just so glad to be alive all of my memoires thur my childhood ran thur my head and my sisters friend who was 10 at the time hgad to pull me out of the water strong lil gurl im just happy to be alive now im 15 hae a boyfriend and im happy and thank god every day that im alive

2007-02-24 15:21:57 · answer #3 · answered by Anonymous · 0 0

I don't know if this is what you are looking for.

While still in the USMC, I served with NATO peacekeeping forces in Kosovo, following the Air Campaign.

While on routine mobile patrol outside the city of Pristina, our convoy came under heavy fire. We assumed defensive positions around our vehicles, and prepared for the upcoming firefight.

There were 18 of us Marines. Intelligence estimated enemy at well over 250 people. They had sent us in there, knowing the enemy was there and waiting. Imagine that.

We were expected to hold positions until reinforcements were able to arrive and help to secure the area. 2 hours, until tanks could get into the CZ. An airstrike was possible, but because of limited visibility was not recommended. Basically, we were sitting ducks.

While crouched in a small hole I found not far from my Humvee, myself and my assistant automatic rifleman began firing upon enemy positions, covering for platoon leaders as they searched for an area more conducive to defend.

After 8 or so hours and no sign of reinforcements, things started to die down. We withdrew from our position approximately 75 meters rear to defend ourselves on a hilltop. We could hear the enemy advancing as we moved back, and the machine gunners (myself included) provided as much cover fire as we could. During this time we had lost no Marines.

After 14 hours and not even a radio call, things had died down to enough of a stalemate that we were able to catch a few winks. I let my A-Gunner take the first nap, for 1 hour, then I roused him and took one myself.

Well the A-Gunner was not very good at staying awake. During my slumber, he dozed off as well. While he was sleeping, an enemy rifleman crept to our hole.

He shot my A-gunner first. Right through the head. Of course the shot awakened me. I was staring down the barrel of an AK-47, waiting for the shot that would end my life. When nothing happened after a few seconds, I jumped. Just in time fortunately, his bullet hit me in the chest, less than a half inch from my heart. It lodged in a lung.

I took my time with him, pointing my M-240g right at him, before emptying an entire cartidge (250 rounds) into him. I then picked up my A-Gunner and abandoned my position for the platoon commander, to get help ASAP.

When I reached the platoon commander, he stared at me and turned as white as a ghost.

I must have been in shock, because I can remember no pain. Most of the doctors whom looked at me told me I should have been dead. I had been very lucky.

The bullet, a 7.62mm round, had been first deflected by kevlar, then again by my sternum. It passed through two ribs, making a small hole which I can still feel with my finger to this day, traveled a straight path into my left lung where it sat until it was surgically removed. Until I woke up from anesthesia, I never ever felt pain from the bullet.

I do remember things were very clear, almost in slow motion. I was able to drop off my A-Gunner with the platoon commander and return to my original position. Within an hour, the platoon commander had finally reached HQ again, given them our new position, and a Harrier airstrike either killed, wounded, or sent the enemy running for the hills. I was airlifted out shortly thereafter, with my A-Gunner next to me. He didn't ever make it home.

All I remember from the time I was airlifted was that everything was clear, and slow. If I fired my gun, I was almost able to see the bullets exit, and travel down range at the enemy. I could see their faces as bullets hit them, or hit nearby. I could hear their screams and almost feel them.

Death, or the possibility of death, never once entered my mind. I never once thought I was going to die. But I do remember the feeling of absolute peace and tranquility.

2007-02-24 15:32:39 · answer #4 · answered by royalpainshane 3 · 1 0

I am a astute Christian,I was clinically dead,nothing, no dream, no vision, no memory of it.

2007-02-24 15:28:24 · answer #5 · answered by gwhiz1052 7 · 0 0

No, but I have seen videos by people that have.

2007-02-24 15:15:34 · answer #6 · answered by RB 7 · 0 0

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