I laid there looking up into the sky through the cammo netting. Not blinking, not moving, not breathing. To afraid to do anything, I didn’t want my brains to leak out more then they were. ”No, screw it, it’s too late now. Ok; toes, I can wiggle them. Fingers; got them going. Ok good; motor functions there, at least I won’t be a cripple. Still I ain’t moving my head, ain’t going to chance it. Ok now think, 2+2=4, 8×3=24, the square root of 40 is what, I don’t know, even without a hole in my head. Good I might live through this”.Read More...
Q. September 11th is a day that everyone will always remember where they were and what they were doing. Describe where you were and what you were doing when that happened. Read More...