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Have you ever saved a human life?

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sportage said:
T. The release of Halon removes all the air from a room, or so I have been told, to retard an electrical fire.😉
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The common mistaken belief is that Halon removes oxygen from the air. However, the Halon Alternative Research Corporation suggests that the agent chemically reacts with all three components of a fire (fuel, oxygen & ignition source) and not by removing the oxygen
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I used to work with Halon Fire suppression systems. Sometimes we would be in the area when we did the saturation test. Just had to be sure we were wearing evy protection from flying debris. In new installations there would always be a Halon test dump to make sure the as saturated the are to the correct percentage to inhibit the fire. Halon will also make you talk like your on laughing gas.
 
Friend and i where playing at the lake during winter time when we where around 11 years old, he somehow fell over the edge of the ice and fell into the lake, managed to grab him just in time before the waves would have pushed him under the ice.
 
Indirectly, at best. Cultivated relationships with locals leading them to give "friendly" advice on what route NOT to take, and places to go dig up IEDs, etc. Maybe?
 
Twice.

Once it was a team effort. My little brother went in a river at 18 months old and we didn't find him until he had stopped breathing and inhaled water. My mom jumped in and pulled him out, I gave him mouth to mouth, which I had just learned a couple of months before as a Boy Scout.

Today he lives in VA, is married, and has two little kids 🙂.

The second time a drunk fell off the seawall in Philadelphia in January of 1985, and there were just a couple of us working on a boat nearby. I went in, and a friend brought a skiff around to help get us both out.

Edit: should have mentioned it was my fault my brother fell in to begin with. Was supposed to be watching him in the back yard but started wrestling around with a friend.
 
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TastesLikeChicken said:
I grabbed him, took him to the edge, and got him out of the pool. The way he was struggling and freaking out he nearly drowned me in the process.

So what's your story?
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This is actually pretty common. So common in fact that one of the most commonly taught things in life guard school is how to defend yourself from a drowning person.
 
Once, a long time ago. I was going out to eat with my boyfriend's family and his brother's daughter (maybe 3 or 4) wanted me to carry her in. I didn't know it at the time but she had a piece of hard candy in her mouth. As we were walking in, I noticed her moving around a lot out of the corner of my eye and when I looked at her she was scratching at her throat, looked absolutely terrified and couldn't make any noises. I put her down so she was standing on the parking lot, bent her over at the waist and gave her a sharp smack between her shoulder blades. A piece of candy came flying out and she stood up and looked at me. I asked her if she was ok, she said yes, and that was it. It all happened so fast, and so calmly, no one else even noticed what had happened.
 
When my son was pretty young we were at a big pool party at a nice house in Palm Springs... I forget the occasion but there was free food and drinks. My son was around 3-4 years old and didn't know how to swim yet so I was keeping a close eye on him. He was splashing around in the shallow section of the pool but nobody was paying any attention at all to any of the kids which is a recipe for disaster. My wife was chatting with friends and having a good time, well, I see our son going toward this ledge in the pool where it just drops off into deep water (well over his head) and he goes right under. I was close by and quickly rushed over and grabbed him and pulled him out of the water. He was coughing and crying but he was okay. 10-15 more seconds and he could easily have drowned that day.

I still shudder to think about that.

Back in my surfing days I was walking up the beach with a buddy of mine with our boards after an evening surf session when we saw a young girl screaming for help in the surf. Her little sister was being pulled out into the breakers so we both dropped our boards and hit the water to rescue her. My buddy reached her just before I did and we got her back to the beach but if we hadn't been there she probably would have drowned. Her Dad had left them alone while he was out surfing... he was nowhere nearby either.
 
Read title, read user name, reread title as "Have you ever tasted a human life?". No parody thread yet?
 
Used to be a CO. Found a guy hanging in a cell. Lifted him up, called for back-up and they cut him down while dude was on my shoulders.
 
Thebobo said:
I used to work with Halon Fire suppression systems. Sometimes we would be in the area when we did the saturation test. Just had to be sure we were wearing evy protection from flying debris. In new installations there would always be a Halon test dump to make sure the as saturated the are to the correct percentage to inhibit the fire. Halon will also make you talk like your on laughing gas.
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That's right. It's the chain reaction in the fire I guess it stops.
 
I'm going to shit all over this thread by being the anti-christ.

I can't exactly say I've saved lives but I've definitely taken them.

This one time I was on top of an MRAP just chilling in Afghanistan. It was probably 120 degrees and I was sweating. I was a smoker back then so I'm sure I smoked a few cigarettes before this event so I was chilling just kind of staring into the (pretty awesome) scenery and contemplating life. A huge explosion happened beneath me (did I mention I was on a hill?) and I was like "holy shit wtf was that?" and then my boss (squad leader at the time) was like "SHOOT THAT MOTHERFUCKER!!!" so then I jumped down (I was sitting on top of the turret at the time) and I started laying waste to the compound the guy drove into. He was on a motorcycle. I straight destroyed this compound and leveled it with everything minus explosives. So like two days later these Afghani's come up to our hill (we had C-wire and claymores all over so it was a ballsy move) but they were like: "uh, you killed 8 of us so we want money". Well they didn't get money but we bought a cow from them, go figure. So I ended up slitting this cows throat (the afghani police helped me, I didn't want to offend) and we ate steak for like 4 weeks straight... I think this started out as a "bad story" but I liked it. God damn the steak was delicious.
 
Elevenpog said:
I'm going to shit all over this thread by being the anti-christ.

I can't exactly say I've saved lives but I've definitely taken them.

This one time I was on top of an MRAP just chilling in Afghanistan. It was probably 120 degrees and I was sweating. I was a smoker back then so I'm sure I smoked a few cigarettes before this event so I was chilling just kind of staring into the (pretty awesome) scenery and contemplating life. A huge explosion happened beneath me (did I mention I was on a hill?) and I was like "holy shit wtf was that?" and then my boss (squad leader at the time) was like "SHOOT THAT MOTHERFUCKER!!!" so then I jumped down (I was sitting on top of the turret at the time) and I started laying waste to the compound the guy drove into. He was on a motorcycle. I straight destroyed this compound and leveled it with everything minus explosives. So like two days later these Afghani's come up to our hill (we had C-wire and claymores all over so it was a ballsy move) but they were like: "uh, you killed 8 of us so we want money". Well they didn't get money but we bought a cow from them, go figure. So I ended up slitting this cows throat (the afghani police helped me, I didn't want to offend) and we ate steak for like 4 weeks straight... I think this started out as a "bad story" but I liked it. God damn the steak was delicious.
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I don't know why but I always read your username as Elvenpog.

Maybe it's the Tolkien in me?
 
TastesLikeChicken said:
So what happened? Did you Heimlich yourself?

Watch Forensic Files. Never let family know that you have an insurance policy for an amount that covers anything more than funeral expenses.
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I was not being careful while eating, it was only a small piece of food but large enough to completely block airway. Doing self Heimlich is non trivial when panicking from not being able to breath... Luckily it was with my lungs filled with air and I was able to effectively do similar just by compressing air in lungs through muscle usage. That said it only took somewhere between 30 and 60 seconds to get it out, not that it didn't feel like forever.
 
Elevenpog said:
I'm going to shit all over this thread by being the anti-christ.

I can't exactly say I've saved lives but I've definitely taken them.

This one time I was on top of an MRAP just chilling in Afghanistan. It was probably 120 degrees and I was sweating. I was a smoker back then so I'm sure I smoked a few cigarettes before this event so I was chilling just kind of staring into the (pretty awesome) scenery and contemplating life. A huge explosion happened beneath me (did I mention I was on a hill?) and I was like "holy shit wtf was that?" and then my boss (squad leader at the time) was like "SHOOT THAT MOTHERFUCKER!!!" so then I jumped down (I was sitting on top of the turret at the time) and I started laying waste to the compound the guy drove into. He was on a motorcycle. I straight destroyed this compound and leveled it with everything minus explosives. So like two days later these Afghani's come up to our hill (we had C-wire and claymores all over so it was a ballsy move) but they were like: "uh, you killed 8 of us so we want money". Well they didn't get money but we bought a cow from them, go figure. So I ended up slitting this cows throat (the afghani police helped me, I didn't want to offend) and we ate steak for like 4 weeks straight... I think this started out as a "bad story" but I liked it. God damn the steak was delicious.
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That's some pretty fresh meat right there. The last time I had meat that fresh was when I was a farm boy living in a very small town thirty miles south of the Canadian border in North Dakota. When my 3rd cousin? was butchering chickens I helped by going in and grabbing them to have their head cut off. That night we ate it!

Now I'm too much of a damn city slicker. And I couldn't stand the smell anymore.

BTW- I read your name as Evenpog. Now just change the words from flow to pog. LOL! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CxKWTzr-k6s
 
I work in health care, hundreds. Have also seen maybe a thousand people die, the whole circle of life quote goes here...
 
I told someone not to eat at Chipotle. I saved them from eating that horribly overpriced bland food. I'm sure I saved their life. I know I was put on this earth for that very specific reason.
 
DainBramaged said:
Maybe you could change it to 11pogue? 11pog? 0311pog? Eleven Pog?
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Do you know how I know you're a seasoned vet? It's because you've spelled it in the historically correct manner. Pogue is roughly translated as prostitute and pogey bait was the food and candy used in trade. Thus, he's an Infantry branched prostitute that can't spell; a completely appropriate username.
 
POG...person other than grunt. (infantry Marine) Usually encompasses the support MOS's such as administrative, motor pool, supply, etc.

Scorn has always been heaped on the POG's...deservedly so.
 
Here his a repost of mine from a 2012 thread:

When I was about 9, I was swimming in a very crowded pool at my sleep-away camp. One of the younger campers (5-6 years old) ended up too deep, was drowning and no one but me seemed to notice. I just grabbed him by the waistband and pulled him to the shallow end while I swam under water.

He got out of the pool and started throwing up from all the water he had swallowed. He had to go to the ER and spent the night there.

I have told many people that story, but not until almost 10 years later (which was over 20 years ago). To this day, no one who was at the camp that day learned who saved the kids life. I honestly do not remember his name and, in fact, may have never known it.

MotionMan
 
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