BloodyBelle
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I spun this off of the True Story 9-11 prediction thread I started
http://forum.treasurenet.com/index.php/topic,347147.0.html
I was there. If you weren't there you'll never know the immensity of the devastation--the pulverization--the size of the area. It can't be expressed on a TV screen or in images--in cropped pictures. In pictures at all. And the stench that extended for miles for months...
I am a very tough cookie. I don't rattle easy. Carnage? Ho hum. (But if my kid has a cut or my dog sliced it's paw? Entirely different story, then I'm a moron.) I went in as part of a team. I experienced what I've never felt before--profound fear. I'm a last name person--meaning I'm accustomed to being referred to by, and introduce my self as _______ my surname. I was saying to myself while negotiating the thick yellow fog--You really did it this time _____. Oh you really did it this time. Happy with yourself now? (Hey guys where's the respiratory guy? Did we lose the respiratory guy? "No he's here." Visibility was bad.) I can't do this. Hey y'all, I gotta go, oops, sorry! I just remembered I left a pot of water boiling on the stove--meatloaf in the oven--an infant in a crib--how the hell can I get out of here? You really did it this time ______. But there was no way I would leave a team.
And I will never ever discuss any of it (GZ) here but for this one post.
To this day I still regard the worst thing about being at the WTC GZ was coming back out. For one thing, I don't think I ever laughed so hard in my life as I had with the other lunatics down there--noteable because I haven't really laughed since--well not unless I'm hanging with VFW's, NYFD guys, ex-Marines, or EMT's, which only happened maybe 3x ever because of serendipity only. Another thing is how "civilians" just go through life 'tripping the light fantastic' plus don't get me at all. Why am I so isolated? Practically no one will get this, and I wouldn't have believed it myself until I experienced it and then would only conclude so after years, and I do put it crudely because I am incapable of prettying this one up: If you don't have a dick you weren't there. Yup. (However, the VA just recently expanded the definition of "military sexual trauma" after observing female vets like they couldn't before because of the numbers. MST? A woman doesn't even have to be touched to get this Dx. I was thrilled to hear this because nobody would believe me, but I never doubted myself.
http://forum.treasurenet.com/index.php/topic,347147.0.html
I was there. If you weren't there you'll never know the immensity of the devastation--the pulverization--the size of the area. It can't be expressed on a TV screen or in images--in cropped pictures. In pictures at all. And the stench that extended for miles for months...
I am a very tough cookie. I don't rattle easy. Carnage? Ho hum. (But if my kid has a cut or my dog sliced it's paw? Entirely different story, then I'm a moron.) I went in as part of a team. I experienced what I've never felt before--profound fear. I'm a last name person--meaning I'm accustomed to being referred to by, and introduce my self as _______ my surname. I was saying to myself while negotiating the thick yellow fog--You really did it this time _____. Oh you really did it this time. Happy with yourself now? (Hey guys where's the respiratory guy? Did we lose the respiratory guy? "No he's here." Visibility was bad.) I can't do this. Hey y'all, I gotta go, oops, sorry! I just remembered I left a pot of water boiling on the stove--meatloaf in the oven--an infant in a crib--how the hell can I get out of here? You really did it this time ______. But there was no way I would leave a team.
And I will never ever discuss any of it (GZ) here but for this one post.
To this day I still regard the worst thing about being at the WTC GZ was coming back out. For one thing, I don't think I ever laughed so hard in my life as I had with the other lunatics down there--noteable because I haven't really laughed since--well not unless I'm hanging with VFW's, NYFD guys, ex-Marines, or EMT's, which only happened maybe 3x ever because of serendipity only. Another thing is how "civilians" just go through life 'tripping the light fantastic' plus don't get me at all. Why am I so isolated? Practically no one will get this, and I wouldn't have believed it myself until I experienced it and then would only conclude so after years, and I do put it crudely because I am incapable of prettying this one up: If you don't have a dick you weren't there. Yup. (However, the VA just recently expanded the definition of "military sexual trauma" after observing female vets like they couldn't before because of the numbers. MST? A woman doesn't even have to be touched to get this Dx. I was thrilled to hear this because nobody would believe me, but I never doubted myself.