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There's a lot of really stupid shit...
Dating the Devil's direct spawn who had a thing for witchcraft and knives is probably the closest I've come to death. Toward the end, I fully expected to come to while being fully gutted surrounded by a ring of strange burning objects.
Kicking your way out of an upside down flattened cab that's catching fire isn't fun. Falling asleep behind the wheel and waking up just in time to avoid a head on with a semi changed my driving habits forever. Having a gun go off inches from your face changes who you chose to surround yourself with. Getting rag dolled at high speed ended my racing dreams and ruined a really nice helmet.
None of my stupid compares to those in uniform who went in knowing their fate. Those are the stories people should hear. Recently lost a good one who spent years fighting off whatever happened in that god forsaken sandbox.
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