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Lloy's avatar

At one point during my time in the land of sun and fun, I caught fire. The young Marine standing next to me lost control of his sphincters, verbal and anal, and was doing the 'Run in Circles' bit.

I looked at him and said, in my best command voice - I've been on fire before. I need you to ensure that the five gallon jerry can filled with fuel is not still burning.

He got his head space and timing cleared and put that fire out. I extinguised the fuel that was burning on my sweat shirt, and things went back to normal.

Note - there were probably a metric shit ton of 'Fucks' for flavor in my comment to the young Marine, but the above is what I remember saying.

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Tiffanie Gray's avatar

I had a direct experience of this. Short and sweet version:

Kids had fallen into deep water at the edge of a lake where a current had dug out under a big boulder, hubby went to save them. They had fallen off a large boulder (one at a time as each one tried to save the one before them that had slipped off!), so he got there and was trying to put them back up onto the boulder (5 kids, slippery boulder, Feb or March). I got there from a different route, so, slower. I started helping to push kids up on boulder, too, because he was. (That was the following the panicked, but not totally looking panicked, and person in authority comes in).

Then my brain kicked in (I'm pretty good in an emergency).

Because I came a different way, I knew that 4 feet to the right I could stand on the bottom, and I had taken jr lifeguard training as a teen, so knew things like don't let scared people get on your back. I started pulling kids over to the not so deep part where I could push them into the smaller rocks and they could climb out, helping each other. Hubby had finally gotten 2 kids up onto the boulder (That strength in emergency thing) and they started joining the other 3 kids who were now out. But then hubby, wouldn't take my hand because he didn't want me to drown with him (he was exhausted). I finally got it through his head that I was standing on the bottom and it would be okay. I had rolled an ankle, but the water was cold enough it didn't start bruising till later. So, we all walked back to the van, pulled blankets around, I handed out sugar mints for shock and we drove home to finish getting dry and warm.

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