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Major Eric Bonde was part of the Swedish UN mission to Congo during the Congo Crisis. He was probably shot by Baluba warriors that time used a lot of old muzzleloaded rifles/muskets (not as powerful as more modern rifles). After given first aid he returned to the fight against the invisible enemy in the jungle bush.

https://rarehistoricalphotos.com/swedish-major-eric-bonde-1961/
 
After a year in Afghanistan, members of the unit will head home with their memories. Spc. Jenny Martinez's voice grew soft as she recounted treating a Marine who stepped on an explosive and lost both of his legs.

She held his hand all the way to the field hospital.

"He didn't want to let me go," said Martinez, 24, of Colorado Springs, Colorado. But "I had to leave because we had another mission."



When Bobby lost both his legs and I and 2 others were wounded I held his hand in the Medivac the whole way to the Role 3. Longest 30 min of my life. This pic speaks to my soul.
 
The bullets didn't penetrate into his lungs, or he definitely wouldn't have been smoking that cigarette.

Maybe from ricochets? 9mm rounds from a long distance???

I took a 7.62, 123 grain bullet in my left lower leg, right up against the Tibia.

I remember feeling a heavy "bump" on my leg as I was running up a dirt bank and a sharp pain, that lasted for an instant, but didn't have time to check it out under the circumstances.

About a half hour later, when things had settled down, my lower leg felt like someone had hit the shin with a hammer.

No blood at all, barely noticeable hole in my pant leg and when I lifted up the hem to check out the leg, there was what appeared to be a dark bruise with a lump in it.

The bullet must have been "hot" when it entered. The entry hole was sealed over and the bullet was lodged tightly up against the bone.

The fellow that acted as a medic, made a little cut with his knife, over the bulge and squeezed the bullet out like a pimple.

That really hurt.

The bullet had bits of flesh on it, that were not coming off, even though the bullet was still completely intact. It wasn't bright and shiny, like you see in the movies. It was almost black and the tip was bent to one side.

I don't think that I was the first thing that bullet hit. I believe it hit a branch or maybe the dirt bank before it hit me.

Whatever, that fellow with the hole in his arm and chest still had both of those bullets in him when that pic was taken.

I'm surprised the bicep muscle in his left arm wasn't bunching up and causing extreme pain, similar to a charley horse.

As for his chest?? Maybe lodged against a rib??

I'm willing to bet that hurt later.

Glad ypur still with us brother. Adrenaline is an amazing drug. Isn't it? Lol
 
January 26, 1945

#OTD World War II: American Lieutenant Audie Murphy (Pictured) earned the Medal of Honor near Holtzwihr, France when he saved his company from potential encirclement by climbing onto a burning U.S. tank destroyer and single-handedly killing or wounding 50 Germans with its .50 caliber machine gun until its ammunition was exhausted. Despite taking a leg wound Murphy made his way back to his company and organized a counterattack that forced the Germans to withdraw.

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A jihadist fighter from the Headquarters for the "tahrir Al-Sham" with a fully modified "Mosin nagant" rifle equipped with a Pulsar 75-XD sniper scope. Idlib 2020 October 13

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Glad ypur still with us brother. Adrenaline is an amazing drug. Isn't it? Lol

Thanx, that one didn't hurt nearly as much as getting stuck/cut with a bayonet, from just below the ball sack to the top of my knee. Still, better end result than going into that guts as per the intent of the rebel.
I still have a few tiny lumps along the scars, about a half inch under the surface from the Termite heads and mandibles, that were used as sutures

It's amazing the abuse a human body will take and stay functional.

I've been beaten up, blown up, stabbed, half drowned and poisoned. Other than a few side effects, such as damaged cartilege in my knees and becoming a Diabetic, due to being slowly poisoned almost to the point of death by strong Chemo, everything still works well enough that I don't have to rely on anyone for anything but companionship.

Sometimes, the little JR snuggled up beside me is about the best as far as companionship.

Stressful circumstances has it's effects and in some cases it's just impossible to fit comfortably into what's considered normal society.

How are you coping with that???

I was pretty much innured to such things before participating but when I see the youngsters today, filled to overflowing with Social Engineering, I wonder how they're able to cope with the realities seen and done in the field under stressful conditions??

How do they eliminate 20 or so years of Social Engineering in a few months???
 
Thanx, that one didn't hurt nearly as much as getting stuck/cut with a bayonet, from just below the ball sack to the top of my knee. Still, better end result than going into that guts as per the intent of the rebel.
I still have a few tiny lumps along the scars, about a half inch under the surface from the Termite heads and mandibles, that were used as sutures

It's amazing the abuse a human body will take and stay functional.

I've been beaten up, blown up, stabbed, half drowned and poisoned. Other than a few side effects, such as damaged cartilege in my knees and becoming a Diabetic, due to being slowly poisoned almost to the point of death by strong Chemo, everything still works well enough that I don't have to rely on anyone for anything but companionship.

Sometimes, the little JR snuggled up beside me is about the best as far as companionship.

Stressful circumstances has it's effects and in some cases it's just impossible to fit comfortably into what's considered normal society.

How are you coping with that???

I was pretty much innured to such things before participating but when I see the youngsters today, filled to overflowing with Social Engineering, I wonder how they're able to cope with the realities seen and done in the field under stressful conditions??

How do they eliminate 20 or so years of Social Engineering in a few months???

Knife fighting range, that would be a story.
 
Knife fighting range, that would be a story.

More of a memory of blurred motions, blocking fear and reacting at the same time.

The fellow that got my leg, took a rifle butt to the base of his neck, from behind, from the Corporal of the unit at the time.

It just all blends together into memorable moments, that was a particular stressful day.

Watching your Femoral Artery pulsing, where the blade sliced just besid it isn unnerving to say the least. I kept praying that the blade hadn't sliced a bit away and weakened the vein wall. Those arteries need the support of the muscles around them to hold together.
 
More of a memory of blurred motions, blocking fear and reacting at the same time.

The fellow that got my leg, took a rifle butt to the base of his neck, from behind, from the Corporal of the unit at the time.

It just all blends together into memorable moments, that was a particular stressful day.

Watching your Femoral Artery pulsing, where the blade sliced just besid it isn unnerving to say the least. I kept praying that the blade hadn't sliced a bit away and weakened the vein wall. Those arteries need the support of the muscles around them to hold together.

Bear Hunter, where did you serve and fight? Fascinating stories! Keep them coming.
 
More of a memory of blurred motions, blocking fear and reacting at the same time.

The fellow that got my leg, took a rifle butt to the base of his neck, from behind, from the Corporal of the unit at the time.

It just all blends together into memorable moments, that was a particular stressful day.

Watching your Femoral Artery pulsing, where the blade sliced just besid it isn unnerving to say the least. I kept praying that the blade hadn't sliced a bit away and weakened the vein wall. Those arteries need the support of the muscles around them to hold together.

You sir have most definitely lived in some interesting times! I expect your memoir would be one hell of a read! Please keep telling your stories.
 
You sir have most definitely lived in some interesting times! I expect your memoir would be one hell of a read! Please keep telling your stories.

My past caught up with me in Cuba, three years ago, when I took my wife to a 5* resort on the north end. On the way home, at the Havana airport, I was pulled out of the line up to go through to the sales area they run everyone through to get the last dime out of them before leaving.

Three fellows, two in uniform and one in plain clothes, came up to me and asked me to accompany them. They very sternly told my wife to stay in line and proceed in the normal manner.

I was taken to a room, where they usually run the pilots/air crew through. They had my suitcase, camera etc and made me stand in a circle on the floor that had three very bright lights shining on it.

They put me through their Chinese built facial recognition system and brought up pics of me, I never even knew were taken back in 1969. I look way different now, than I did back then but they definitely identified me.

The whole process took close to two hours and at the end of the session, the fellow behind the computer, stood up and in extremely good english, told me that I wouldn't be welcome in Cuba again.

Well, that's way better than a Cuban jail and even though I really enjoyed the trip, up to that point, I won't be going back anytime soon.
 
Ah as soon as you mentioned Commie Cuba I wondered how you made out. Looks like they wanted you to spend your canadian peso's before they dealt with your "sins":)
Again, Thanks for sharing. I look foreward to reading what ever you put on here.
 
My past caught up with me in Cuba, three years ago, when I took my wife to a 5* resort on the north end. On the way home, at the Havana airport, I was pulled out of the line up to go through to the sales area they run everyone through to get the last dime out of them before leaving.

Three fellows, two in uniform and one in plain clothes, came up to me and asked me to accompany them. They very sternly told my wife to stay in line and proceed in the normal manner.

I was taken to a room, where they usually run the pilots/air crew through. They had my suitcase, camera etc and made me stand in a circle on the floor that had three very bright lights shining on it.

They put me through their Chinese built facial recognition system and brought up pics of me, I never even knew were taken back in 1969. I look way different now, than I did back then but they definitely identified me.

The whole process took close to two hours and at the end of the session, the fellow behind the computer, stood up and in extremely good english, told me that I wouldn't be welcome in Cuba again.

Well, that's way better than a Cuban jail and even though I really enjoyed the trip, up to that point, I won't be going back anytime soon.

I can sympathize. An older Swiss friend from my rifle club died a few months. At his funeral I remembered he mentioned he was contract working in Cuba during Fidel's takeover. All "foreigner's" staying at the hotel he was at were "questioned". He heard gunfire coming from the back of the hotel. Needless to say he was a bit worried.
 
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