Schmoltz - feel free to ignoreFollow

So I had an email today about a guy who stole my lego in 1966.

After we'd fought and made up, we became firm friends and, until our teens, we were inseperable. Since then, every 10 years or so we'd make contact, but our lives were very different. I became a limp-wristed manager while he rose through the Parachute Regiment and was selected for the 'Hereford Gun Club'. He survived the Falklands and 3 tours of Northern Ireland, mostly on covert SAS ops.

Last I'd heard he was retired from the regiment and dipping into various Banana Rebuplics as a hired gun; mostly training up local numpties in how to not shoot yourself.

Anywho, he was working on mine clearance over Christmas in some armpit region of Africa and I've just been told that after a misjudgement, he came off worse in a dispute with an Anti-Personnel Mine.

There was a song we both loved when we were about 9 or 10; it was as cheesy and syrupy as it gets, but I've found it on youtube and I'm going to listen to it while raising a few glasses of single malt to him, and getting quietly hammered.

Here it is.

Now fUck off and leave me alone.

land mines are Natures way of punishing us for allowing banana republics to buy our weapons.

Totally indiscriminate, totally evil and totally available to any shmuck with enough money.

Have a beer on me Nobby.

Nothing to say when someone else's loved one dies, other than I'm sorry you've lost someone who touched your life, so.

It sucks to lose someone close to you, or someone you deared sometime.

When I was 9 years old, a friend of mine died in a car accident when he was comming back from the beach, after summer vacations. They got hammered by a huge cargo truck, whose driver apparently fell asleep (I still get mad when I remember the stupid reason of why he died).

The horrible part is that aparently his mother (who was driving the car) died instantly, whereas my friend saw her dead, just sitting still, head on the steering wheel. The ambulance and road aid took 20 minutes to arrive, 20 minutes he suffered sitting inside the destroyed car, looking at his mom.

I never knew the exact details, but as far as I remember, a bent steel penetrated his knee side to side, making him bleed a lot, wich caused his death when he was being transported to the nearest hospital, 40 minutes away.

It still hurts when I remember it, we had a huge ceremony the next day at school, and I took a long time to recover from that, since he was one of my best friends.

I still remember him and pray for him every once in a while.

Death sucks...

This story makes me wonder what I would have done if I were in his situation.

If I were but a young boy, trapped in a tiny space with my dead mother, listening to the sound of her bodily fluids evacuating onto the roadside. Sitting there, feeling my own life drain out of me, the lights dimming, the sun setting.

Well, I think I probably would have touched her boob, at least.

I mean, it's not right for a dude to die without feeling some nip. It's what mom would want.

Sorry to hear that Nobster :(

Hope this will bring a smile to your face.

If not, you're not nearly drunk enough.






Edited, Feb 6th 2008 9:28am by RedPhoenixxx

My condolences, Nobby. It's never easy to lose someone you cared about.

Hey!!!

How you doin Red?

(Funny how you always see faces from the past at weddings and funerals)

My thoughts are with you Nobster. Losing a best friend is horrible, I've been there. With time it gets easier.

Las. Malvinas.

I'm back from the dead, so to speak. I finally left the civil service, and found a job where they let me browse Alla to spout my communist rethoric.

Dirty commy pinkos 1 - 0 Republican baby-murderers

My bad.