re: What's the most pressure filled situation that you have ever been in?

Jesus Christ OT.. All the poo and Eminem shite post.. It’s like some of you are desperate to be unfunny hacks.

Bravo to the real stories. Solid thread.

Reading some of these posts I guess I've never been in a truly pressure filled situation. Damn.

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6 years ago today I put a 45ACP hollow-point through my chest. Bullet hit my liver, pancreas, spine, blew out my transverse colon and missed my abdominal aorta by 1cm.

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Dude, you slashed the thread.

Isn't that off East main in Eldo

I was on I-240 in Memphis about 9:30 in the morning 2 years ago. Traffic was flowing about 70 mph and all 4 lanes were pretty heavy. Just before passing the Bill Morris Expressway I got hit in the rear passenger side by a car going 90+ mph. He spun me sideways and was pushing down the interstate. I just knew I was going to hit a car to my drivers side, but I never did. His vehicle pulled off of mine and crashed into the wall along side of interstate. As I was getting out of my vehicle 6 or so cops surrounded the car that hit me screaming for him to get on the ground. Turned out the dude had shot at a cop and led the on a high speed chase that ended when he hit me. Stress was short lived, but pretty intense.

Probably when I had to rush my new born to the ER the first few days after birth. It was in the days following hurricane Ida. Ended up being nothing to worry about, but talk about a sense of urgency.

The first time I had sex.

For me it was when Bush #1 decided to invade a Central American country in 1989. I was a young platoon leader just a couple of months out of IOBC when we got the warning order. We jumped on some Starlifters and headed south to Torrijos airport. When we got there instead of landing we jumped out of the plane... at night... under 500ft... with the streaks of tracers rising up to meet us. The weird thing was I didn't think once about my mortality the fear was failing my platoon. After the fighting was over it dawned on me it felt more like an FTX than what I thought combat would be like. I was so focused on the job I didn't have the bandwidth to have fear for myself. About a year later on the other side of the world when GHWB decided we needed to invade another country I was comfortable enough in my job as a platoon leader I thought a LOT about my mortality. Turned out I had fiber optic level bandwidth for fear.

I brought my whole platoon home with only a few scratches and bruises and the mission was a success so I guess I didn't fold, but I am pretty sure if there had been a KIA in my platoon I would have been a lot closer to a lawn chair.


I think I function better when the pressure is high, my wife says I am much better when I have time to make a plan and have multiple contingencies she is probably right because my highest stress story was born out of the inability to really make multiple plans because I simply didn't know enough about myself, fellow soldiers, or the situation to make plans that would have calmed me.

As an aside the only truly vivid memory I have of that night and the following days is how hot and humid the air was when we jumped.

My encounter with a bear in my youth (think of the scene with the T Rex in the 2nd Jurassic Park). I am still here.

Maybe it is instinct and maybe it is the person but at some point you choose to be the survivor, not the victim.