Had the realization that I am like one of those men pushing a shopping cart around town. The cart is filled with an assortment of rubbish and bags, cast offs and artifacts, the person propelling it is dressed in a rough and uncaring way. In his own mind he may believe he is travelling around town with his possessions loaded aboard a pick up truck. But in truth he is destitute, a vagabond pushing a cart of shambolic debris.
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Monthly Archives: August 2015
Survival
Knocked to the floor with nothing to breathe, the first thought is: Get Up and Run. This instinctive response was addressed in training. Our trainers were old navy, grizzled Chief Petty Officers with experience of everything you might possibly imagine and much that you could not.
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Seconds To Live
I am number three on an attack line consisting of 2.5 inch cotton covered hose pressurized to something in excess of 130 p.s.i. At these pressures the hose is as stiff as a tube of steel. You have to throw your entire weight into it to bend it around alley corners, or force it to descend through a hatchway to reach the deck below.
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