Domestic Terrorism, Lone Wolf Attacks etc...

The Quartermaster said:
Army Reservists right? Almost predominantly females and close to the airfield? Near USAF Village with the fucktarded stadium lights that screamed shoot mortars here....and they did... I was their very first customer, haha.
Click to expand...
I don't know that much about it I was just passing through with a broken neck from a HMMV roll over while I was in the turret doing 70 mph back from a mission in Al Salaminayah.
 
I guess I never shared this here.

In 2004 I was blown up and my HUMVEE flipped with me in the turret at 70 miles per hour. I remember seeing the concrete coming then hearing my mother crying. I woke up looking at a humvee just inches from my chest and couldn't move. I was medevac'd to CSH 31 in Balad where I was X-rayed and had three fractured vertibrae in my neck. I was then sent to landstuhl Germany and the first night in the hospital in Germany a woman walked into the room surrounded by a strange light/glow her uniform was all wrong and she had long curly blond hair. She was wearing a shiney gold cross and she placed her hand on my head and said "You are going to be fine."

The next day I was taken down for X-rays again and the doctor said "There is nothing wrong with your neck." So I asked the doctor in that moment "Who is the chaplain female you have here with long curly blonde hair." The doctors response is there is no one here that matches that appearance. I said are you sure which seemed to piss him off because he said "don't you think I know who I have on my own staff?" After I got up and going I asked the guys at the desk outside my room if they had seen her or knew her they said no but I should go check at the church area in the hospital. So I did and they had never seen her either.

So a woman wearing a cross that apparently didn't exist placed her hand on my head and said I was going to be fine and it was so. I don't know why I was saved but I thank GOD and Jesus every day for doing so.

I was back with my unit in Iraq a couple a days later and I had no worries and no fear of death. Why? because GOD and Jesus had sent an Angel to save me once already. I knew I wasn't dying until GOD and Jesus thought I was ready.

GOD bless.
 
Bypass said:
I don't know that much about it I was just passing through with a broken neck from a HMMV roll over while I was in the turret doing 70 mph back from a mission in Al Salaminayah.
Click to expand...
How was the recovery? When I was hit, it was at night driving a 923 and passing another 923 but it was a tool truck and from 4th ID. This was near the burn pit. Tool truck floored it and after losing my 7 to it, I said eff it and turned on my lights from BO drive.

It wasn't until after the stars went away and my retarded TC trying to apply pressure to my neck and I was swatting her away from me that I had realized something wasn't quite right.

Anyway, that was strike two on why no one would ride with me anymore, not even on a shoppette or a Dfac run no matter how desperate they were. First strike was in BIAP, 2003 in JUN. Me and an attachment to our company had to dump trash at the burn pit at night, heard the thumps from the distance and when the guys in the 109's pulling security from 1AD said find cover, we both dived into the swill. Our 998 got peppered but we were good.

Third strike was after I was back, my section SGT and I went to the SSA and a round struck us as we were using a route by the fence line close to west side of Balad. One green tracer over the windshield, the second we knew of and hit, passed underneath and knocked out our passenger side front halfshaft.

Even back in Germany after redeployment, nobody would ride with me if they could avoid doing so, it was nice.
 
The Quartermaster said:
How was the recovery? When I was hit, it was at night driving a 923 and passing another 923 but it was a tool truck and from 4th ID. This was near the burn pit. Tool truck floored it and after losing my 7 to it, I said eff it and turned on my lights from BO drive.

It wasn't until after the stars went away and my retarded TC trying to apply pressure to my neck and I was swatting her away from me that I had realized something wasn't quite right.

Anyway, that was strike two on why no one would ride with me anymore, not even on a shoppette or a Dfac run no matter how desperate they were. First strike was in BIAP, 2003 in JUN. Me and an attachment to our company had to dump trash at the burn pit at night, heard the thumps from the distance and when the guys in the 109's pulling security from 1AD said find cover, we both dived into the swill. Our 998 got peppered but we were good.

Third strike was after I was back, my section SGT and I went to the SSA and a round struck us as we were using a route by the fence line close to west side of Balad. One green tracer over the windshield, the second we knew of and hit, passed underneath and knocked out our passenger side front halfshaft.

Even back in Germany after redeployment, nobody would ride with me if they could avoid doing so, it was nice.
Click to expand...
See above post Brother. There was no recovery needed.
 
Bypass said:
I guess I never shared this here.

In 2004 I was blown up and my HUMVEE flipped with me in the turret at 70 miles per hour. I remember seeing the concrete coming then hearing my mother crying. I woke up looking at a humvee just inches from my chest and couldn't move. I was medevac'd to CSH 31 in Balad where I was X-rayed and had three fractured vertibrae in my neck. I was then sent to landstuhl Germany and the first night in the hospital in Germany a woman walked into the room surrounded by a strange light/glow her uniform was all wrong and she had long curly blond hair. She was wearing a shiney gold cross and she placed her hand on my head and said "You are going to be fine."

The next day I was taken down for X-rays again and the doctor said "There is nothing wrong with your neck." So I asked the doctor in that moment "Who is the chaplain female you have here with long curly blonde hair." The doctors response is there is no one here that matches that appearance. I said are you sure which seemed to piss him off because he said "don't you think I know who I have on my own staff?" After I got up and going I asked the guys at the desk outside my room if they had seen her or knew her they said no but I should go check at the church area in the hospital. So I did and they had never seen her either.

So a woman wearing a cross that apparently didn't exist placed her hand on my head and said I was going to be fine and it was so. I don't know why I was saved but I thank GOD and Jesus every day for doing so.

I was back with my unit in Iraq a couple a days later and I had no worries and no fear of death. Why? because GOD and Jesus had sent an Angel to save me once already. I knew I wasn't dying until GOD and Jesus thought I was ready.

GOD bless.
Click to expand...

I love stories like this, and it's not he first one, either.

I have always been Christian, but something that has always solidified my beliefs is that I have seen people live when they should have died, and I have seen people die when they should have lived.
 
Devildoc said:
I love stories like this, and it's not he first one, either.

I have always been Christian, but something that has always solidified my beliefs is that I have seen people live when they should have died, and I have seen people die when they should have lived.
Click to expand...
My brother was killed in a motorcycle accident. He was a vet, a great dude, and a nonwavering Christian. At the time of his death his wife, the love of his life, had left him and he was absolutely suffering inside. In the accident, the doctor in the ER said he hit his head, died instantly, and likely never felt any pain. Bad things happen to good people, but my brother was instantly no longer suffering.
 
Topkick said:
My brother was killed in a motorcycle accident. He was a vet, a great dude, and a nonwavering Christian. At the time of his death his wife, the love of his life, had left him and he was absolutely suffering inside. In the accident, the doctor in the ER said he hit his head, died instantly, and likely never felt any pain. Bad things happen to good people, but my brother was instantly no longer suffering.
Click to expand...
GOD knows when it is time for us to come home Brother. He's the one that calls us. I wasn't much of a Christian before that day when GOD showed me the light. My life has been forever changed.

By GOD's Grace we are saved.
 
Bypass said:
GOD knows when it is time for us to come home Brother. He's the one that calls us. I wasn't much of a Christian before that day when GOD showed me the light. My life has been forever changed.

By GOD's Grace we are saved.
Click to expand...
Alright, this hits home for me.

I wasn't a follower of my faith until 2003, during Rosh Hashanah. I was having a rough time with my wife and mom being stressed out about me being gone and her with a newborn. My uncle had just passed, and my grandfather's time was getting close and we were very close. And stress from the job with the additional duties of having to do it for BN because they had no 92A for shop office, and taking over supply because the two cunts that were in it were removed and sent home under guard the entire way back after their court martials. I was at my limits.

They asked if I wanted to go to services, then told me after I said no that I had to go to get away even for a short bit of time. I helped out that kid that his unit didn't give a dang about and did a mitzvah according to him. I had met with the six brave souls, Iraqi Jews, who came to 5th Corp Palace to celebrate it with us.

I dunno. I came back a few days later with several tons off my shoulders, and wanted to live again. And the hard salamis that I was hooked up with that our rabbi chaplain was gifted from Jews from Brooklynn was shared throughout the company equally. Our cook that helped me out when I was doing my 92A things for supply that was a 92Y MOS, got hooked up with KBR and got some sliced for us to have a sandwich with the rolls they gave him.
 
Last edited:
The Quartermaster said:
Alright, this hits home for me.

I wasn't a follower of my faith until 2003, during Rosh Hashanah. I was having a rough time with my wife and mom being stressed out about me being gone and her with a newborn. My uncle had just passed, and my grandfather's time was getting close and we were very close. And stress from the job with the additional duties of having to do it for BN because they had no 92A for shop office, and taking over supply because the two cunts that were in it were removed and sent home under guard the entire way back after their court martials.

They asked if I wanted to go to services, then told me after I said no that I had to go to get away even for a short bit of time. I helped out that kid that his unit didn't give a dang about and di a mitzvah according to him. I had met with the six brave souls, Iraqi Jews, who came to 5th Corp Palace to celebrate it with us.

I dunno. I came back a few days later with several tons off my shoulders, and wanted to live again. And the hard salamis that I was hooked up with that our rabbi chaplain was gifted from Jews from Brooklynn was shared throughout the company equally. Our cook that helped me out when I was doing my 92A things for supply, got hooked up with KBR and got some sliced for us to have a sandwich with the rolls they gave him.
Click to expand...
John 14:6 - GOD and Jesus love you my friend. Like I said I wasn't much of a believer but Her shiny gold cross convinced me of the path I needed to follow.

May we all be shown the way.
GOD Bless you and yours.
 
Bypass said:
I guess I never shared this here.

In 2004 I was blown up and my HUMVEE flipped with me in the turret at 70 miles per hour. I remember seeing the concrete coming then hearing my mother crying. I woke up looking at a humvee just inches from my chest and couldn't move. I was medevac'd to CSH 31 in Balad where I was X-rayed and had three fractured vertibrae in my neck. I was then sent to landstuhl Germany and the first night in the hospital in Germany a woman walked into the room surrounded by a strange light/glow her uniform was all wrong and she had long curly blond hair. She was wearing a shiney gold cross and she placed her hand on my head and said "You are going to be fine."

The next day I was taken down for X-rays again and the doctor said "There is nothing wrong with your neck." So I asked the doctor in that moment "Who is the chaplain female you have here with long curly blonde hair." The doctors response is there is no one here that matches that appearance. I said are you sure which seemed to piss him off because he said "don't you think I know who I have on my own staff?" After I got up and going I asked the guys at the desk outside my room if they had seen her or knew her they said no but I should go check at the church area in the hospital. So I did and they had never seen her either.

So a woman wearing a cross that apparently didn't exist placed her hand on my head and said I was going to be fine and it was so. I don't know why I was saved but I thank GOD and Jesus every day for doing so.

I was back with my unit in Iraq a couple a days later and I had no worries and no fear of death. Why? because GOD and Jesus had sent an Angel to save me once already. I knew I wasn't dying until GOD and Jesus thought I was ready.

GOD bless.
Click to expand...

God bless!
 
Bypass said:
John 14:6 - GOD and Jesus love you my friend. Like I said I wasn't much of a believer but Her shiny gold cross convinced me of the path I needed to follow.

May we all be shown the way.
GOD Bless you and yours.
Click to expand...

I'm raised a jew, albeit, not serious. Pop is a jew, mom was a Irish Prot. My dog tags said jew.

Fast forward to present time. I'm married to a devout catholic Puerto Rican and we were married in the church (St. Marks, Bristol Pa).

Now, for past 6 months or so, I feel as I'm being called to Christianity. Not sure if catholic faith or non but I've been reading the King James Bible, I carry rosaries with me, St. Michael, appropriately with my previous life and current profession and I'm working to be a better man and how, no clue, a good Christian.
 
Last edited:
Muppet said:
I'm raised a jew, albeit, not serious. Pop is a jew, mom was a Irish Prot. My dog tags said jew.

Fast forward to present time. I'm married to a devout catholic Puerto Rican and we were married in the church (St. Marks, Bristol Pa).

Now, for past 6 months or so, I feel as I'm being called to Christianity. Not sure if catholic faith or non but I've been reading the King James Bible, I carry rosaries with me, St. Michael, appropriately with my previous life and current profession and I'm working to be a better man and how, no clue, a good Christian.
Click to expand...
Even after that moment I stumbled and I fell. I am far from perfect and I know I will never be but I try hard to be what GOD and Jesus want me to be or what I think they'd want from me. I have no answers only questions like most of the world. We walk our own path and I pray all our divided roads lead to salvation.

I only know my Signature line I just changed is what I've been told/read when I looked for answers.
 
Muppet said:
Just saw this.....

Funny think about Ryan Macbeth who supposedly called Sean out....

He's from my AO. Somehow, he and my cunt sister dated many years back (mid 90s) for short time. He was a geek dweeb then, still looks and sounds like a fucking nerd.
Click to expand...
If anyone is a paid asset, it's that MacBeth dweeb. He spews whatever nonsense the current admin is saying.
 

Similar threads

Crusader74
[VIDEO/PHOTOS/INT] CONFLICT IN MALI
Replies
17
Views
5K
Soldado
Soldado
QC
Trio accused of NY terror plot
Replies
7
Views
2K
Pete S
P
Polar Bear
Low-Tech Terrorism Grisly
Replies
0
Views
1K
Polar Bear
Polar Bear
QC
A sniper's tale
Replies
1
Views
3K
Snake Doctor
S
pardus
An Internet jihad aims at U.S. viewers
Replies
0
Views
1K
pardus
pardus
Back
Top