He went through hell appearantly.
He kept on telling me story after story on the way home from the airport, as if the people and experiences he spoke of, would only continue to live as logn as he and other could remember.
He reminded me of the dogs that he had seen when we had last spoken; whole pack of dogs that were just wandering the streets, He kept sayign remorsefulyl that all he had was medicine..all he had was medicine, and no food for the dogs.
He was quite giddy when he spoke of the squirrel. Of all the creatures that he could have seen, he remembered a small squirrel. It was a desolate wasteland that he was passing through, and all he saw was this solitary squirrel.
He spoke of the latin woman who had been alone for 2 days without assistance and had begged him for somethign to eat. He had asked for help for her but one of the leaders told him that this was not a 'take out service.' Being the arrogant man that my dad is, he said somethign like 'well, I'll take her somethign on my own time then." He was ordered not to go, and snuck out anyways. Funyn thing was, when he brought the woman food, he was flanked by two pizza trucks and they ended up at the womans house (?) Basically they all ate pizza.
He spoke of this man that they had found cryign for help sayign that he needed a doctor/medicine. He looked strange and they had asked him what was wrong. He said that the guy pulled off his shirt and revealled, acccording my dad, a 'hole' that went right through him. He described in agony as all hell broke loose trying to get the man help. they got in a car, floored it, stopped by picking up a doc, and headed off to a base.
He didn't want to tell me what happened after that.
He told me about how everyone was mourning the loss of a renouned neighborhood latin doctor who always helped out the community. He had recently had a basement installed in his home and thought he could weather it inside. He was killed, and was appearantly one of the first casualties in the area where he was stationed; over 400 people died where he was working.
he told me about a strange experience with a man. the guy had come up to him at the shelter and told him in a very strange tone that he needed to talk with him out back. So he followed the guy out back. 'I'm leaving man.' My dad being the nieve guy, was like..'yeah i know..you are going on one of those navy ships. 'nah man, I'm leaving' the guy repeated. In the end the guy admitted that he was going to commit suicide. he had lost everything that he owned and felt that he had nothing left in this world. Luckily they got him counseling immediately. My dad's position was changed and he never saw the guy again.
my dad told me off how this one 'client' (name for victims) tried to rape a woman (fellow cleint) and all hell broke lose trying to stop him.
and it goes on...
Please don't ask for pics. Please.
You will have as many as you like once I scan and develop them all. In addition, I have more than an hour of chilling video.
He told me to do it. He says that everyone thought of NO and not of Biloxi where it actually hit dead on.
I still remember the convos we had yesterday and the day before. Both times he was crying. He said hwere he was was sheer horro. He said everything, all the pictures..everything he ahd seen, was nothing compared to what he was lookign at. He jsut didn't have the phone and was stuttering and breaking up...Fianlly he told me that it was a good thing that he had had camea problems in the end because he jsut wanted to show pwople how bad it was. He said what he was then lookign at was not going to be good. It was too bad and would be insulting to psot he said. It was jsut too bad.
He kept on telling me story after story on the way home from the airport, as if the people and experiences he spoke of, would only continue to live as logn as he and other could remember.
He reminded me of the dogs that he had seen when we had last spoken; whole pack of dogs that were just wandering the streets, He kept sayign remorsefulyl that all he had was medicine..all he had was medicine, and no food for the dogs.
He was quite giddy when he spoke of the squirrel. Of all the creatures that he could have seen, he remembered a small squirrel. It was a desolate wasteland that he was passing through, and all he saw was this solitary squirrel.
He spoke of the latin woman who had been alone for 2 days without assistance and had begged him for somethign to eat. He had asked for help for her but one of the leaders told him that this was not a 'take out service.' Being the arrogant man that my dad is, he said somethign like 'well, I'll take her somethign on my own time then." He was ordered not to go, and snuck out anyways. Funyn thing was, when he brought the woman food, he was flanked by two pizza trucks and they ended up at the womans house (?) Basically they all ate pizza.
He spoke of this man that they had found cryign for help sayign that he needed a doctor/medicine. He looked strange and they had asked him what was wrong. He said that the guy pulled off his shirt and revealled, acccording my dad, a 'hole' that went right through him. He described in agony as all hell broke loose trying to get the man help. they got in a car, floored it, stopped by picking up a doc, and headed off to a base.
He didn't want to tell me what happened after that.
He told me about how everyone was mourning the loss of a renouned neighborhood latin doctor who always helped out the community. He had recently had a basement installed in his home and thought he could weather it inside. He was killed, and was appearantly one of the first casualties in the area where he was stationed; over 400 people died where he was working.
he told me about a strange experience with a man. the guy had come up to him at the shelter and told him in a very strange tone that he needed to talk with him out back. So he followed the guy out back. 'I'm leaving man.' My dad being the nieve guy, was like..'yeah i know..you are going on one of those navy ships. 'nah man, I'm leaving' the guy repeated. In the end the guy admitted that he was going to commit suicide. he had lost everything that he owned and felt that he had nothing left in this world. Luckily they got him counseling immediately. My dad's position was changed and he never saw the guy again.
my dad told me off how this one 'client' (name for victims) tried to rape a woman (fellow cleint) and all hell broke lose trying to stop him.
and it goes on...
Please don't ask for pics. Please.
You will have as many as you like once I scan and develop them all. In addition, I have more than an hour of chilling video.
He told me to do it. He says that everyone thought of NO and not of Biloxi where it actually hit dead on.
I still remember the convos we had yesterday and the day before. Both times he was crying. He said hwere he was was sheer horro. He said everything, all the pictures..everything he ahd seen, was nothing compared to what he was lookign at. He jsut didn't have the phone and was stuttering and breaking up...Fianlly he told me that it was a good thing that he had had camea problems in the end because he jsut wanted to show pwople how bad it was. He said what he was then lookign at was not going to be good. It was too bad and would be insulting to psot he said. It was jsut too bad.
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