When did you die?

Answer 1

The night is very clear in my mind as the date and place. It was sometime after 1:00am in an old cemetary overlooking rice paddies to the east and west. There were many burial mounds scattered around the cemetary which was above the wet rice paddies. I was awaked by a familar sound, my mind recognized the ping of a greanade spoon popping and a second later I felt the greande land between myself and two other Marines in my unit. I tried to dig in to avoid the blast, my, I was lucky, the two Marines were not. All hell broke loose, RPG's began slamming in and around our position, I was up and firing at shadows moving in the grave yard. I saw several vietnameese PF's badly wounded in front of me as I moved out of the graveyard. A heavy machine gun was keeping everyone down and then it stopped. They hit us again in about 45 minutes, 4 more Marines were wounded or dead. This time they came in numbers, I could feel them running around and through our position and right past us. It became quiet. Medivacs were called in for the wounded, as I stood alone in the rice paddy with a strobe light it began again, no medvacs. I could hear the sound of bullets moving past me but I don't recall thinking about it. I was mad, I was pissed, I wanted to kill someone. There were six of us capable of defending out position, our Vietnameese PF's disappeared into the night? I moved about our position and found several of them with there throats slit. Our corpsmen was doing what he could for the wounded, we tried again to get a medivac down. At about 4:00am we got our wounded Marines out along with a few wounded Vietnamesse. Then it started again, this time it was mortars. I could see them walking down our line, Doc was hit, two more Marines were hit, I dove to the ground and tried to get as low as possible as the HE rounds wriped apart everything in there path. When it was over there were two of us. Two of us out of 13 Marines, no react was coming. I knew if they hit us again that it was probably going to be over for us and the wounded. My mind went to some dark places. Dawn came and with it a painful greenish light began to reveal the landscape of this nightmare. The smell of high explovise and blood hung in the damp morning air, my adrenaline was wearing off and I felt something, don't remember what. I knew imeadiatly that no matter how long I were to live I would never forget this place and what had happened here. Eventually I came home and left the Marine Corps but the memory of that forgotton little piece of nothing has never lost its hold on me. I died on the 16th of February and to this day when I look in the mirror my reflection looks back at me and asks WHY? Why are you still here and not long buried with your friends? I need some coffee.

Answer 2

hi, Im 13 too! i comprehend precisely what you're speaking approximately! i replaced into like that for no less than 9 months and that i nevertheless have gentle thoughts of sadness/melancholy, I nevertheless am very hyper and my concepts is consistently humming, and that i used to think of roughly how regretfull anybody could be if I died and how sorry human beings could be and that i think of i comprehend the respond on your problems and please don't get mad at me for asserting this...i think of you have upload or ADHD. I easily have upload and while i replaced into clinically determined the docter reported human beings (quite young ones with a severe load of rigidity...even stupid, made up rigidity) have anxiaty which finally ends up in sadness. the best thank you to handle it somewhat is bypass to a psycholigist or a docter and ask them approximately it. they are going to instruct you a thank you to a lot!!! i'm now happy, my mom and that i've got a greater advantageous relationship, and my grades are so plenty greater advantageous! i will now seek advice from human beings approximately this because of the fact i comprehend i'm not loopy and that i comprehend what's going on. I desire you the best of success! i'm hoping I helped! -Julia =)

Answer 3

The last time was in the late 40s just after the second world war.

Love and blessings Don

Answer 4

I think a part of me has died each time I experienced trauma or I lose faith in humanity.

The part of me that trusts, died when subjected to physical abuse as a child.

The part of me that hopes, died when for an entire year, at least once a week, the daily paper in our city reported the deaths of children at the hands of the parents/caregivers.

Etc., etc.

Answer 5

i will never die, cause i die everyday, every moment and every second.... i don't remember why how where, the only thing tickling in my mind is its not my time, and i am waiting for that

Answer 6

the moment that i realized how interconnected humanity is. How turning left at an intersection instead of right will ripple through humanity (given enough time) affecting EVERYTHING. That is when i (lowercase by choice) died and I, WE, US, EVERYONE....became strikingly alive!!

Answer 7

"I" die every night when I fall asleep. My conscious dissolves. My mind dies nightly. Each morning, the "I" is reborn.

Answer 8

i pretty much die everyday...and then i get reincarnated into a new (maybe even a better) person. so its all good.

Answer 9

when I remember to be alive for the last time

Answer 10

When my mother married my stepfather