Adam's thread about the worst jobs in WW2 made me think about the myriad different ways that one could die during that conflict. Blown to oblivion by a shell or slowly starved to death in a Japanese POW camp are two obvious contrasts. The one that stands out in my mind is the description by Eugene Sledge in With the Old Breed, of an American Marine on Peleliu. Attacked in his foxhole by a Japanese soldier, each had lost his weapon in the struggle. The desperate Marine finally killed his enemy by jamming his forefinger into the man's eye socket. This occurred in the dark so it was not until the sun rose that the other Marines learned of the source of the blood-chilling screams from the night before. Until reading that, I had never considered that method of killing a human being. For the Marine, if he survived, it is the stuff nightmares are made of.
The desperate Marine finally killed his enemy by jamming his forefinger into the man's eye socket. All the fancy uniforms , insignia , the weapons & technology all mean nothing when it comes to that most basic & primitive way of killing. Gruesome.
As i receive my cheque for £20 million off the Lottery. In reality is their a good way to die I mean thats it, blackness nothing everything you had,have,wanted strived for, gone. Now ive cheered myself up, im off for a coffee.
As i receive my cheque for £20 million off the Lottery. In reality is their a good way to die I mean thats it, blackness nothing everything you had,have,wanted strived for, gone. Now ive cheered myself up, im off for a coffee. No one is getting out of here alive! So just hang on for the wild ride of life and see what develops.
hi urgh,yesterday.06:18pm.worst way to die.i have just wached your utube link,i was not in the army,i was deeply moved.and for those who did not make it home.may they rest in peace.enjoy your day.bernard85
With the wifes voice ringing in me ears... Actually, marriage falls under the Suicide category being that it is a deliberate act of self destruction. It is only deemed to be involuntary if your father-in-law was armed during the ceremony.:hoverboy:
Worst thing about it all, my nearest and dearest and friends will arrive in a Mini car. They will have the advantage on me , I will be the only one who has not realized I have gone - enough to hack anyone off! Toying with the idea of having the will written up in Chinese that way they will have to wait to see what share of my debts they are responsible for - and my choice of music for the send off at the crematorium. Nah am feuer heute nacht. (close to the fire tonight) Andrea Berg - Nah am Feuer **Live Oberhausen 2004 - YouTube A pal who likes a drop again and now - claims it will take the crematorium a week to put the fire out when he 'marches off'. A word of advice from my mother all those years ago, live a good life, you will not wish the Devil as landlord - you'll not get near the fire for all of the Bishops!
Dying of phosphorus incideniary wounds on the battlefield. This awful death should not happen to anyone, but for man's inhumanity to man. It should not have happened to this young lad whose infectious good humour - frequently at the respectful expense of his platoon commander - could raise the spirits of the platoon. Remembered . . . always will be. Joe Brown.
I've never thought there necessarily is a worst. Bit of an uncertain place for relativism. Lance up the jacksie, bullets, bombs, Nuclear flash, trapped in a ship's engine room, sealed up in a Maginot bunker, camps, Gestapo cell, etc. etc. etc. All horrible really. If I had to choose a 'best', I think I might at least follow Owen's 'instantaneous' thought...
Actually , you can not ascertain the worst way to die, because a) you'd have to interview those that died, and b) ask them to try out other forms of death and make up their minds. :p You can only figure out what are our worst fears of death forms. And still it wouldn't matter..
As i receive my cheque for £20 million off the Lottery. In reality is their a good way to die I mean thats it, blackness nothing everything you had,have,wanted strived for, gone. Now ive cheered myself up, im off for a coffee. Not for Christians
Not surprisingly I was thinking along the lines of POW in a Japanese Camp or on the Burma Railway, then von Poop awoke one of my own terrible phobias aka, 'trapped in a ship's engine room'. But as Martin rightly says, Ron probably has it correct. Alone, and far from the family who love you.
It takes about two hours to die in agony as one steps on a schu mine - as my good friend Walter Pollard did... Cheers
