Re: When it's NOT you turn to die
..... I had one of those moments. Curiously enough that was 46 years ago tomorrow, 24 June 1969. I was in Viet Nam with the 3rd Marine Division. My squad was assigned a long-range patrol. We'd been out for about four hours or so when we came to a stream. A crystal clear stream, rare in those mountains so we stopped to refill canteens. While busy and not, as we should have, paying attention, we heard a click. In what seemed hours, but actually fractions of a second, I looked at where that sound came from. The radioman had tripped a booby trap and I'll forever be haunted by the look on his face... the face of a man who knew he was dead. And I don't remember much of anything after that. The Viet Cong had placed mines in that spot knowing how tempting it was. I was in and out of consciousness for more than a day. The squad leader, Ray Miller, himself seriously wounded had to make his way back to our company to get help. He was the only one who could do it.
..... When I was MEDEVACed to the hospital ship I was class 3 in triage (that is my chances were slim). A chaplain gave me the Last Rites. They got me into the OR and the chaplain gave me the Last Rites again. I was in a coma another eight days. Ray Miller visited and told me what happened or I wouldn't know as much as I do. The chaplain re-visited me too, but saw no need to give me Last Rites a third time. It just wasn't my time. The radioman knew it was his. Maybe the other four guys knew their end too. It wasn't my time to die that day.
..... My wife insists God saved me for her. Apparently He began seven years before I even knew she existed.
..... Sometimes I still flinch when I hear a click.
I didn't get to my age by being impatient... I waited.