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I really never want to experience this again. It took me a long time to get back on a train after THIS

Got my motel and car blown up by a terrorist ( ANC- Mandela's gang...)car bomb in Windhoek, Namibia in 1987
I was in the motel, but thankfully not the car when it went bang(explosive car was two spaces away)
Motel on fire, a little shooting on the street, had to bail out into an exciting night.

Does that count?

Gets my vote!!

Linda,...from The Camelot Lounge,...1975.

Same here!

I watched my Dad die.

I had a bucketful of damn near LAST in a lifetime aircraft events, but won't detail them here.

Had one in a car just this morning. Had y wife, daughter and granddaughter in the car and was approaching a red light just a few blocks from our house, on the way to our other daughter's house.

The light turned green for me when I was about 100 feet from it. I was already on the brakes, of course, and when I looked left, there was a car coming towards his now-very-red light - accelerating hard. He blew through that light at least three seconds late. Had I gone from brake to gas for the green... well, I probably wouldn't be typing this now.

East or West??

Great pic Jerry, know exactly how you felt which was "guess I'm going home now"..I didn't get hosed just walked into Ops didn't see my name on a crew roster but knew it was over..

walked into the middle of a pack of 17 wolves with only 6 rounds of ammo. that will never happen again!

been a couple of handfuls of them and the majority I pray they're a once in a lifetime experience

I stood on the bottom step of a Mercedes passenger bus filled to the gills with a mix of green and desert tan US Marines.

The bus stopped at a bench along the street in a middle eastern city, I forget exactly where we were.

The door flopped open, I almost fell out. There was a guy on the bus stop bench, he was dead, real dead. Of course, almost everything was dead, dead and or burning.

Dead guy had been there a while, iraqi solder. He had a pair of crappy sun glasses placed crooked on his bashed in dead face, his arms were down by his sides, right arm slightly out with a small american flag rigged in his F'd up hand, the type that are on a 1/4" wooden stick. The other hand had a coca cola can rigged into it.

He was all American'd up.

I guess it's the little things, that leave an impression.

He obviously pissed one of us off pretty bad. Or maybe somebody was just plain pissed off... Yeah I dunno.

The thing is, it made perfect sense at the time. It seemed "normal".





I've never seen anything like that on a bus stop bench since, just that one time.

When we were back at the terminal, they brought in a EMS crew to check anyone out that got bumps or bruises (one big fat dude didn't do well on the slide and got a nice rash when he hit the pavement). As they started to work through the crowd and an announcement was made that there were medical personnel there to provide aid for anyone needing it. I happened to be watching this black woman who was sitting on a chair and when she heard the announcement, she dropped to the floor and started wailing like MLK was dead all over again and kept screaming about her heart. Mind you this was an hour after we landed. I rolled my eyes, and walked over the Southwest manager addressing us, told her what I witnessed and gave her my name in case they got sued by this black b!tch.

NICE!

Landed at Stapleton after nearly crashing into the grass after clearing the low clouds on a flight from Montana after a hunt during a blue norther. My brother and i had been consoling a woman hysterical during the turbulence on descent. I had told her not to worry as they would have diverted the flight if it werent ok. Then looked out the port window as we broke through clouds to see grass and no runway 30 yards below. Plane jerked and tilted hard right and then leveled just before hitting the runway.

Got off the plane and noticed the quite of terminal personnel. Only passengers were acting normally. Told my brother chit happend. No airport personnel were talking. Spooky. Asked a girl at a terminal what happend. She started crying. Our sister flight had just crashed.

I still think our jets turbulence drifted over into the takeoff path of flight 1713 due to the norther. We were flight 1714.

So..how many did ya get?

Rockies vs Padres play-in game in 2007 at Coors field. Rockies won 9-8 in the bottom of the 13th, coming back against the then untouchable Trevor Hoffman. I was in the rightfield mezzanine. I will never in my lifetime experience another sporting event so emotional and intense, unless perhaps the Rockies or SJ Sharks win a game 7 in extra innings or overtime....

I hugged Ronald Reagan when I was 5 years old, in 1980.

I watched a plane crash right in front of me at an airshow in Chico, CA literally 10 seconds after my sister asked if planes ever crashed at those events and I told her "only on TV". The pilot of a little Coors Silver Bullet jet didnt even come CLOSE to pulling out of a loop and lawn-darted into the field right in front of us.

My first duck (drake mallard in Butte County, Ca)

My first Deer (little cow-horned runt, South Carolina)

My first Pronghorn (respectable buck in unit 87, Colorado)

My first turkey (Butte Co, Ca)

My wedding and how my wife looked that morning before we parted ways to get ready.

Beating the ever-loving CHIT out of a hardened body-by-prison scumbag 3x my size who was assaulting (attempting to rape) a woman in an alleyway in San Francisco, CA. After bending his elbow 180 the wrong direction (cool noise!), breaking a few ribs, and leaving him in a heap, the gal tells me, "I didn't ask for your help!" Go figure.

unfortunately it was two years before they were delisted.
we chased them off the range for 2 years until they opened the season on them then we got 2 before they left town.

My father died in my arms and I closed his eyes. And cried.

Rest Well With God, I will see you soon, very soon.

Steve

On the down-wind leg, I was cleared to land behind a
passenger jet. Had to extend the down-wind leg.
Jet was already parked at the terminal when I finally
came over the fence. The day was clear and hot but dead
calm, so as usual, severe wake turbulence still swirled
invisibly on the runway. The moron on the tower mike
said nothing about it. (And I wasn't thinking about
such a thing at the time.)

Flaring to touch the rubber to the concrete, I suddenly
found myself starboard-wing-down and port-wing-up, dead
vertical, with the starboard wing so close to the
concrete that I was amazed that I wasn't cart-wheeling
down the runway.

I cranked the little ship back into regular horizontal
landing attitude and continued the landing. Then the
swirl tipped me back into the same vertical
attitude. "This is entirely too much variety for this ol'
country boy!" I cranked her back to "normal,"
rammed the throttle as far forward as it'd go,
and went around for another approach.

And got summoned to the tower to be reprimanded!