Concussed...

... Acidman has posed a thought provoking - yet simple - question... "have you ever been knocked out"... most people who have lived life free-wheeling can answer that question with a resounding "HELL, yeah, of course I have"...

... most of the people I know have scars and stories... yes, yes I have been knocked out... and I've got quite a few interesting scars... the latest one is still quite fresh.. on my left forearm.. courtesy of a 6" Voyager... hey, accidents happen... when you are having fun and acting wild, they happen with ever increasing regularity.. but, that is a story for another day..

... thinking back, I have only been KO'd once... I was playing soccer in Scotland on a cold, rainy day... all of Company B were in attendance... 1st Platoon vs. 2nd Platoon... (with only 35 Marines on base, we were organized into two small Platoons)... for some reason, I had been designated as goalie that day... hey, it suited me right down to the ground... screw all that running... I'll just chill by the goal, and watch the action... well, that is what I thought anyway...

... we hadn't been playing very long.. maybe 5 minutes... when our CO, Major Tyson got the ball... he darted left and right, mesmerizing the collapsing Corporals... outrunning the sagging Sergeants... and in a flash, he was suddenly on the fringe of my domain... a feeling of NCO tenacity coursed through my veins... I ran forward, and with a mighty surge, leapt - head first - toward the bouncing ball... but just as my hands brushed the ball, Major Tyson's size 11 Nike spun it out of my hand... the ball went up... my airborne body kept going forward... and his Air Pegasus continued the planned trajectory... result?.. he kicked me in the head.. hard...

.. my body kept going forward, but my head was rapidly traveling in the opposite direction trying its best to embed itself between my shoulder blades... whiplash of the highest caliber, children..

... I lost consciousness... I was out for almost 5 minutes.. everyone had seen what had happened, and had rushed over to where I lay (quivering, apparently.. I was out like a light and don't remember thrashing around)... anyway, they were afraid to move me, so they just left my jittery, KO'd ass laying there in the wet grass till help arrived...

... I was just waking up as the corpsman from the tiny base hospital ran through the huddle of Marines surrounding me.. he felt of my neck.. asked me some questions... and then said that I needed to go to the infirmary for a check up... the funny thing is, as soon as my eyes opened, I felt fine.. 20 people were crouching over my crumpled body when I awoke... Major Tyson was leaning in close over me.. possibly imagining that he had killed me... but as my eyes focused, he said..

... "Sorry about that, Marine"...

... to which, I can still remember my answer... an answer that my Plt Commander still gives me Hell over via email...

... I simply brought my hand up to my forehead.. felt the wound where the end of his shoelace had cut a gash in my noggin... looked at our beloved Major... and said...

... "Goddamn, Sir"...

by Eric on March 22, 2005 | Bullshit (11) | Military Stuff
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Can I just say "OWww..." However, I did predict your response to be short and sweet like that :)

I answered all your quiz questions on my blog by the way! Thanks for the good questions :)

Bullshitted by Sheilah on March 22, 2005 06:48 PM

That was always the weirdest thing to me when I woke up after being knocked out. I KNEW what had happened, and I felt just fine afterward.

A hard head can be a blessing sometimes.

Bullshitted by Acidman on March 22, 2005 07:26 PM

Okay... here's something I've always wondered...

Do those guys (the Brass) laugh when you guys (Non-Brass types) say funny shit like that, or do they have to remain all stone faced and constipated looking?

Some of those things I read in the Reader's Digest "Humor in Uniform" make me laugh til I cry and I just wonder what the DI's and those like them do in cases like that.

Had I been the dude who kicked you, I'd still be pissin' myself laughing at your first words...
(Even as a civilian, I can't quit giggling...)

Bullshitted by Stevie on March 22, 2005 10:16 PM

HAHAHA! Awesome story. I can totally picture it happening too! Thanx for giving me a great laugh to come back to.

Bullshitted by PrncessCat on March 23, 2005 01:56 AM

I got knocked out once...a very strong girl..who I think was taking steroids pitched a softball at my HEAD and knocked me flat out. I don't think 15 yr old girls are supposed to have facial hair right? Cause this girl had a moustache and some Popeye forearms..it just wasn't right man...

Bullshitted by Sandy on March 23, 2005 04:04 AM

Wow. Yet another luxury in life I seem to have missed. I've never been knocked out...

Bullshitted by Boudicca on March 23, 2005 08:18 AM

I've had head stitches but never been
knocked-out. Believe I'll pass on that experience. As far as the enlisteds vs officers thing, we enlisteds can say damn near anything to an officer as long as we preface it with, "With all due respect sir...." That phrase kept me out of trouble many times.

Bullshitted by Nanc' on March 23, 2005 10:08 AM

Football practice! I was a sophmore. Every Wedesday the JV squad would do a 30 minute drill with the Varsity squad. I was 160 lbs and the senior fullback of 220 lbs came around the corner. I woke up a minute later and they asked me how many fingers, I said blue. I've got about four or five others too!

Bullshitted by Mark on March 23, 2005 06:54 PM

I saw a PVT knock out a PFC the other day... apparently during MCMAP the PVT didn't notice the tap out of the PFC while practicing a blood choke... so you've got a PVC laying on the deck passed the fuck out... are you still looking for a challenge coin I can hook you up with a MATSG 21 coin if ya want...

Bullshitted by oakleytexas on March 23, 2005 10:37 PM

I've been knocked out twice in my life. I slipped on my driveway when I was 11 and the first thing to make contact with the cement was the back of my noggin.
The second time I was pitching softball in gym class when I was 15 and the batter hit a drive smack dab into my forehead hard enough that when it bounced off the catcher ran up and caught it for an out.
I distinctly remember seeing the stitching on the ball in amazing detail right before I went black...

Bullshitted by Graumagus on March 24, 2005 12:30 PM

Okay, first thing when you get off the plane, I'm carding you for insurance and a bond card...I'm enough trouble on my own.

Just kidding.

Mostly.

Bullshitted by Blackfive on March 24, 2005 09:38 PM