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

4th week in field training. I put 11 pounds of pressure on a 12 pound trigger. Damn near killed the dude in the middle of the street with his family watching from the porch. Didn't fold, but didn't much care for being in that situation either.

When I was 17 I went to New Orleans on bus for Navy physical and swearing in.Got off bus and went to restroom.Went I tried to walk out this homo was blocking the door.I asked him to move and he said he wasn’t going to let me out until I showed him what I had.I was naive as hell,I asked him what he was talking about.He says “you know what I’m talking about” and looked down at my crotch.

He was quite a bit bigger than me,I was 5’8” and he was well over 6 ft.I was thinking
what the hell do I do now.I looked around and saw a longneck beer bottle in window.I grabbed it by the neck and broke bottom off in lavatory,I went at the guy and told him he better get his arse out the way I was going to show him something.
I was holding broken beer bottle ready to slash him.
He moved out of way and I went out door backwards watching him,I was ready to frick him up,I think he realized I was serious.

Took a submersible down into the ocean once

It is Monday. The year is 1991. You are the controller for a small printing company with 50 employees. Two people can sign checks, you and the owner. Payroll is due on Friday. You need $48k to cover all payroll and taxes. You have $55k in bank and no outstanding checks so things look ok.

Tuesday, you check the bank balance and you only have $5k in the bank. Go to owner and ask what the hell happened. Turns out he decided to buy a new truck and boat for himself so he took the $50k without telling me. His response was it is his company and he can do what he damn well pleases and that I had best get busy collecting some receivables. Somehow I pull it off and get it covered. The next Monday, he decides he needs some more cash so he takes what I had left driving our cash balance down to less than $1k.

I quit without any notice and luckily got a job the next week. The company I left struggled, owner decided to stop paying payroll taxes, bankruptcy within the next 60 days. IRS called him in, explained what they could do to him. He ended up being on the hook with IRS for the next 5 years until he paid it off. Repeated same process with new compny he started. Some people never learn.

Me and 5 others flipped a car back over that was upside down in about 4 feet of water after driving off a bridge crossing the Guadalupe River near New Braunfels. We were camped out at Roy’s canoe rentals when we heard the car hit the guardrail and then the river at about 3 in the morning. Small compact car with two guys inside. Couldn’t get either door open and both were under the water. We rocked it a couple of times then pushed . The passenger popped out of his window like a cork. He made it. We pulled the driver out and did cpr on the bank of the river. Unfortunately he did not. Amazing amount of coordination from a bunch of still half drunk coonasses woken up from a deep sleep in the middle of the night. After every thing calmed down we crawled back into out mosquito bars slept for another hour before hitting the river . Amazing things is WE almost had one of our crew drown later that day when his canoe flipped after getting sideways on a boulder in the rapids and he got trapped underneath . Managed to wiggle out after being stuck under for a really uncomfortable amount of time.

I have a few but the most nerve- racking I think was trying to get another marine to the LZ in a stolen vehicle with no body armor and no weapon outside of the wire after a he was hit by a mortar.

He made it. We got mortared a lot but had there been an accompanying ambush or run on the position we were defenseless. Could not get a helo on the interior of the FOB. One of my reoccurring nightmares is that we don’t make it to the LZ. Either I get lost, or the truck breaks down, or the helo never comes.

quote:

---

Had to decide whether or not to pull the trigger and kill a child in Iraq.

---

For me, it was six Iraqi nationals, spread nearly 180 degrees in front of me, who I thought were retrieving cached weapons. And it was just me.

Turns out they were looking for tools. No one got hurt, though there were some very hurt feelings on their part.

Driving from Dallas to Texarkana with a large quantity of cocaine. A headlight on my car burned out on I-30 and a Texas Trooper stopped me. He said it wasn't a big deal, he'd just write me a warning ticket and asked to see my license. I didn't realize I'd left my license in my briefcase at home until then. When I told him he said, "That is a big deal."

Going to prison for intent to distribute and learning to braid some dude named Bubba's hair flashed thru my mind.

He told me to get out and sat me in his car. Sitting in his car near Hooks, TX, while he checked my name out, I asked if that wasn't Earl Campbell's hometown. He said no, Billy Sims is who you're thinking of. We talked about Billy coming back to visit and Barry Switzer coming too. By the time we'd finished reminiscing about Billy Sims and Barry, the officer told me how to make a copy of my license and mail it to the address on the ticket, to get out of paying the ticket.

College Football saved me from having him search my car and from me having to keep Bubba's cell clean.

I a laugh at it now because of the absurdity of it all, but I about shite myself and my adrenaline was higher than any other point in my life.

I was in Louisiana for my first LSU game. I had been at a friend's house in Monroe. Instead of staying the night and heading back to Dallas in the Morning, I decided to get a head start and I booked a hotel in Longview Texas to stay and get a little sleep.

The Hotel was the express in off exit 595 off interstate 20.

To put it into context, here is a review that is posted on the review page from Google maps:

My husband had $200 stolen from him at gunpoint. The front desk said “I don’t care, call the police”. Called the police and were told that we described a wanted felon. I had my husband bring clothes up there to a girl who is NOT doing well in life (let’s just say it that way), and then he is robbed. The motel was basically in on it. Refused to answer the phone afterward and refused to cooperate with police. Terrifying experience. Avoid at ALL COSTS.

Now, I'm not a small easy target of a person. I'm 6 foot 220 LB former athlete. I've never really been in a physical situation where I'd be outmatched, until this.

It was around 10pm when I rolled into the hotel to check in. I go to the front door and it's locked. Over a speaker, I hear a voice asking, why was I here and what I wanted. First red flag raised. I eventually get my room key and a very sketchy attendant tells me to pull around back and go up the stairs in the middle of the back building. My room is on the 2nd floor.

I pull around back in my rental car and notice a lot of activity for a hotel parking lot at that time of night. Red flag raised again. I grab my only bag, hit the stairs and hook a right as my room was the 2nd door to the right of the stairs.

As I hit the top of the stairs the door to the first room on the right is wide open and the window blinds are open. I take a peak inside as I get ready to enter my room. I had made eye contact..

Then reality sets in. My soon to be neighbors are 3 men of varrying ages but they were all massive humans. All 3 were standing in the room. All of them were over 6'4 and hefty built. The biggest was well over 6'6 and 300+ lbs. Imagine 3 characters right out of the Texas chainsaw massacre.

Now, I scramble to enter my room and low and behold, I share an interior co-room door with them.

Something is very off with everything. I put my bag on the chair near the bathroom, as the bed is a no go full of who knows what.

With very thin walls and a shared door, if I get close I can hear everything they are talking about. So I get real close to the door. I can hear them rummaging about their room, clearly they are drugged up and discussing nefarious activities.

About a minute later, I hear, which I can only assume was the biggest fella of the 3. He clearly states, "He's by himself". I process this momentarily.

The next sound I heard I can still hear it clear as day, even now that I write this.

The sound is the slide of a pistol being loaded. At this point I'm probably 30 to 45 seconds from having the interior door opened and I'm going to get robbed/shot or worse.

I grab my bag as fast as I can, hit the door running and take off for the stairs at the very end of the walkway in a full sprint. No looking back, no slowing down. I fly down the stairs, get to my car and book it out of the parking lot as fast as possible. Not stopping I get back on the interstate and head to Dallas.

I've calmed down substantially and am starving for some food but it's late at night in east Dallas so I head to the IHOP. As I enter the door, I'm expecting it to be slow and docile, but the place is jam packed. I also happen to be the only white person there. I get seated and realize that it's almost 5 to 1 young women at every table with a couple of guys spread thin. I order my omelette and have a little small talk with my fellow IHOP customers and recount what had just happened to me a few hours ago. They were all strippers getting off their shifts at the club and it's a common thing they do to get food after they are done with work, as a group

They explain, the smaller towns along the interstate, are absolute hotbeds of drugs and violent crime throughout Texas because of easy access and under staffed law enforcement, and I had just witnessed, first hand how bad it really is. We all laugh at the total clown show of my situation as I find a new hotel to pass out, near the Dallas airport.

The end.

... held up at gun point, 4 guys wanting my stuff.

I did not blink

I fought

All 4 guys are in prison for 10 straight years -- no good behavior crap.