I had a gun pointed at my face from about 2 feet and was robbed for $108 when I was about 19 froma guy who had lost the money to me at a pool room. Never saw the guy before or after that, but 10+ years later I still remember his exact face and would give anything to see him again inside someplace. To the guys who say "wellwhy didnt you try to hit his arm or something", I say you are much braver than I as the only thing that went through my mind was, Ok, no problem. Funny thing was that I had another $400 in my other pocket and he got none of it. Bought a gun the next day from someone and carried it ever since. In fact when the Feds came to my house at 5am I had a gun in my hand when I came to the door. Thank God I did not get shot that day. When I told them they said it would have been very bad if they would have seen it in my hand walking to the door.
urple:
This reminds of a time my good buddy left a party pissed drunk to go barf.
He then wandered back to the party, opened the door, lay on the couch and passed out.
BUT WAIT.... he had gone back to the WRONG HOUSE.
He actually slept there all night, the next morning there was an entire family huddled on the staircase upstairs looking downstairs wondering WHO THE FVCK was sleeping on their couch, and they called the police.
IMAGINE... waking up and finding someone sleeping on your couch.
He then wandered back to the party, opened the door, lay on the couch and passed out.
BUT WAIT.... he had gone back to the WRONG HOUSE.
He actually slept there all night, the next morning there was an entire family huddled on the staircase upstairs looking downstairs wondering WHO THE FVCK was sleeping on their couch, and they called the police.
IMAGINE... waking up and finding someone sleeping on your couch.
It is all here as I have explained it many times,but long story short.
Worked for a tout shop for 7 years
We got to be very succesful
We were referring new clients to Fairdeal/Five Card Charlie/VIP
Our clients could pay us directly from the sportsbook as opposed to pulling money out and then sending it to us via WU or bankwire
We were getting very large bank wires fromVIP every week (200k+)
Feds thought we were recieving kickbacks
Feds investigated us for a year and a half
Thought we were an easy mark to get our money
They were right, we folded like a house of cards and pled guilty
They kept our money
We all got 3 years probation and 6mths house arrest
Very short synopsis of what happened
detailed
http://forum2.therx.com/showthread.php?t=187922
A different kind of scary.
Riding shotgun (door gunner) in Huey H-1 Slicks (Blue Team) near the DMZ in Viet Nam. There were all kinds of Hueys tasked with all kinds of missions in Viet Nam but Slicks were standard Iroquois helicopters. The troop and supplies carrying version.
It was called that because it had smooth sides. No guns attached outside.
It still had a pair of GPMG M60 machine guns on a bungy cord but that was mounted inside.
The original name for all Hueys was UH-1 Iroquois but that changed way before my time to the easier to pronounce Huey.
Door gunners' weapons were mounted on swiveling mounts in order to aim and steady the weapon, usually GMPG M60 Machine guns attached to bungy cords.
Sometime Crew Chiefs manned a door gun but eventually non Flying Status enlisted men volunteered for the what could be a very hairy experience, that of door gunner on a "Slick" over a hot LZ (landing Zone) trying to rescue a downed pilot or combat patrol that needed to be extracted from an area for one reason or another.
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I also got robbed at gunbpoint here in Costa Rica in my own home when two dipshits with ski masks took me by surprize (I was posting on the Rx - what else). They put me in the shower in my bathroom and stole all of our TVs, PCs my wife's jewlrey and some cash. They had a Walkie Talkie with a connection to someone outside the house probably in a car giving them orders. Strangly I never was really scared, I just said take what you want. Luckily my wife and her daughter were out for a walk with our dog (a rotweiler) and only got back a couple of minutes after the thieves left.
All kinds of cops and Costa Rica's version of the FBI showed up later but nothing ever came of it. The next morning Rx management has a new PC delivered to my house at 9AM so I was right back to work. We moved two weeks later.
Today I live in a much more secure building with lots of secruity and feel very safe.
wil.
Riding shotgun (door gunner) in Huey H-1 Slicks (Blue Team) near the DMZ in Viet Nam. There were all kinds of Hueys tasked with all kinds of missions in Viet Nam but Slicks were standard Iroquois helicopters. The troop and supplies carrying version.
It was called that because it had smooth sides. No guns attached outside.
It still had a pair of GPMG M60 machine guns on a bungy cord but that was mounted inside.
The original name for all Hueys was UH-1 Iroquois but that changed way before my time to the easier to pronounce Huey.
Door gunners' weapons were mounted on swiveling mounts in order to aim and steady the weapon, usually GMPG M60 Machine guns attached to bungy cords.
Sometime Crew Chiefs manned a door gun but eventually non Flying Status enlisted men volunteered for the what could be a very hairy experience, that of door gunner on a "Slick" over a hot LZ (landing Zone) trying to rescue a downed pilot or combat patrol that needed to be extracted from an area for one reason or another.
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I also got robbed at gunbpoint here in Costa Rica in my own home when two dipshits with ski masks took me by surprize (I was posting on the Rx - what else). They put me in the shower in my bathroom and stole all of our TVs, PCs my wife's jewlrey and some cash. They had a Walkie Talkie with a connection to someone outside the house probably in a car giving them orders. Strangly I never was really scared, I just said take what you want. Luckily my wife and her daughter were out for a walk with our dog (a rotweiler) and only got back a couple of minutes after the thieves left.
All kinds of cops and Costa Rica's version of the FBI showed up later but nothing ever came of it. The next morning Rx management has a new PC delivered to my house at 9AM so I was right back to work. We moved two weeks later.
Today I live in a much more secure building with lots of secruity and feel very safe.
wil.
Here's a sad story of a guy who got drunk and walked into the wrong house and was shot dead.
http://www.keloland.com/NewsDetail6162.cfm?Id=83097
An early morning shooting killed a 23-year-old man in Brookings, and it could all be one big mistake.
Police are investigating the circumstances that led up to it.
Police say 23-year-old Bradley Odens was trying to get into what he thought was his home just before two Thursday morning.
But he was confused and was actually two doors down from where he lived. The door was locked, and as he tried to get in, the 28-year old man inside warned him he might shoot. Odens continued, was shot in the chest and killed.
Enfuego
I haven't been in a helicopter for around 40 years but I still do remember that exahaustion that would hit me when a mission ended. During the mission adrenaline took over and kept crews going but later it is no wonder crews let their hair down and got drunk (in my case) or wasted for those that chose that route. I hear you, staying alert for 4, 5 or more hours in a chopper in a combat zone is an experience not to be forgotten, no doubt.
I learned how to drink in the miliatary but luckily was able to finally put a plug in the jug in April of 1990. That experience (getting sober) was very scary now that I think about it. It's a long story but my first five days sober were spent heavily medicated in the intensive care ward at the West Roxbury Mass VA Hospital.
I was told later I got to the hospital in a nick of time. I was living in Las Vegas but my sister managed to get me on a red eye back to Boston and checked into West Roxbury the next day which was April 22nd 1990. I have not had a drink a day at a time since.
I barely remember this male nurse who was hooking me up to the vitals monitors that all intensive care patients get telling me I was in rough shape but I was going to make it. Right then I felt the weight of the world (or so it seemed) lifted off by shoulders.
Little by slow I got better until around spring of 1992 I was able to go back to work again, this time sober. I owe a lot to both the VA and AA for getting me through those early days while my body recovered from over 20 years of heavy drinking. Today I still have to remain vigilent but a day at a time drinking is no longer an opton for wilheim.
Intensive care, at least the part when you are conscious is very scary.
wil.
I haven't been in a helicopter for around 40 years but I still do remember that exahaustion that would hit me when a mission ended. During the mission adrenaline took over and kept crews going but later it is no wonder crews let their hair down and got drunk (in my case) or wasted for those that chose that route. I hear you, staying alert for 4, 5 or more hours in a chopper in a combat zone is an experience not to be forgotten, no doubt.
I learned how to drink in the miliatary but luckily was able to finally put a plug in the jug in April of 1990. That experience (getting sober) was very scary now that I think about it. It's a long story but my first five days sober were spent heavily medicated in the intensive care ward at the West Roxbury Mass VA Hospital.
I was told later I got to the hospital in a nick of time. I was living in Las Vegas but my sister managed to get me on a red eye back to Boston and checked into West Roxbury the next day which was April 22nd 1990. I have not had a drink a day at a time since.
I barely remember this male nurse who was hooking me up to the vitals monitors that all intensive care patients get telling me I was in rough shape but I was going to make it. Right then I felt the weight of the world (or so it seemed) lifted off by shoulders.
Little by slow I got better until around spring of 1992 I was able to go back to work again, this time sober. I owe a lot to both the VA and AA for getting me through those early days while my body recovered from over 20 years of heavy drinking. Today I still have to remain vigilent but a day at a time drinking is no longer an opton for wilheim.
Intensive care, at least the part when you are conscious is very scary.
wil.
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