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Yes, lots of times. Often people I hit with the rifle or grenade launcher tube of my M16A2-M202, and approximately 112 Iraqi soldiers I watched burning too death from clusterbomb deployment of an F15 Strike Eagle dropped down on coordinates I provided when requesting air support when we were exposed without cover too enemy cover fire. I don't like the dreams I still have from time to time, of walking through the burnt field of smoking husk that moments before had been scared Iraci foot soldiers, given the choice to die by our munitions fire, or Thiers, now hard too do an accurate body count with thermal damage making it difficult to distinguish an upper torso from a thigh, with the remaining soft tissues turning black as melting fat and protein tissues due when overcooked, the rancid smell of burning pork rising to my nostrils.
I was glad I didn't have any food too throw up, because I was one of the few in that field doing a head count (for those few heads still attached that hadn't blown apart from superheated bodily fluids vaporization) but ended up saving my cookie tossing for a dinner at a nice restaurant my family was having a sweet 16 birthday party for a cousin of mine. My stepdad let me have it with a lecture about disrespectful behavior at throwing up the moment the smell of pork ribs met my nostrils, and mom coming down on him like the savage Vulkery Warriors of our ancestors mythology.
Fir a guy that served in the Army during Vietnam, he led a sheltered existence at a military hospital in Germany, Turkey, and India, while I was on the front lines of Desert Shield, Desert Storm, with no Intel on terrain, enemy group placement, or areas of high risk exposure too snipers and troop movements from hostile aggressive military forces that were not officially at war with us, or Iran, or Seria, or the United Emerates, or the Kurds, but was instigating hostilities with anyone who exposed Thier backs too him, including his own civilization population, screw you very much Sadam Hussein and Chemical Allie.
That's when I put my second language too use, Russian, to learn as much Arabic Farsi, and some strange mountain range dialect of Chechnian mountain boy gorillas who were allied, supposedly, with Kurdish resistance fighters retaliating against ethnic genocide and random raids intended to extort protection money in the form of taxation by intimidation and eradication of a ethnic group that refused to be subjugated and intimidated. Chemical Allie and his Shia assholes got a lot of practice using WEOPONIZED airborne munitions on sleeping families. Three of his thugs became the latest unfortunate victims of random automatic weopons fire in an unknown
friendly fire case of several collateral facial damage from 5.56mm NATO issue ammunition.
Since Iraqi soldiers had more M16s than AK 47s at Thier disposal, I kept extra magazine on me that I lifted from dead soldiers so that my weopon was fully loaded with a quick cleaning of breach and flash suppressor so that I wouldn't get coutmartialed for interfering in local affairs of a supposed Ally of our country at the time. I didn't think those woman and children they shot down deserved to be executed by laphing idiots, so I accidentally had a friendly fire accident and covered my tracks.
Yes my stepdad three or four times before the last time brought him back to life but the very last time there is no bringing him back
A friend of mine had a heart attack for 45 minutes given CPR because that's how far away an ambulance was but we had to try to keep his brain alive but he died I pulled a couple people out of a trucks that had been through it roll over the CPR brought one man back but the other one died I've had enough of it I don't ever want to go through it again
When my step dad died I had a premonition about it the night before he lived in California I lived in Nevada so I basically had to quit my job or actually got fired because I told my boss I had to go see my dad so I walked away from that got to his house spoke to him for probably about 5 to 10 minutes went to go pick up my brother at his girlfriend's house he was like 13 or 14 when we got back he walked out of the bathroom and hit the floor there is no bringing him back this time. The two guys in the rollover they rolled and they rolled. The truck starts on fire my boss hits the brakes I jumped out and I start running for the truck my boss is yelling at me to get my ass back there and I just kept running there is a moment when all time stops everything is crystal clear everything I was running so fast I felt as if somebody was pushing me I don't even know if my feet were touching the ground I yanked out one guy the other guy without the windshield front windshield I picked the first guy up took him about 30 yards and I dropped him the other guy was too big to pick up I just drugged him I got him next to the other guy in the truck was fully inflamed and I knew it was going to blow up but it never did my boss has some other person called the ambulance call the police when I got back to other people showed up to move the people up further away from the vehicle because like I said we all thought it was going to blow up and I sit down and have a drink water and my boss says what were you fucking thinking and I told him for one Split Second Time stops and you go you make a commitment and you better make it good and he just looked at me and he said you're fired I didn't say anything I just sat there we got in the truck to go and one of the police officers walk up to the vehicle and asked me who pulled two guys as vehicle I told him when was already out through the front windshield and the other one was the passenger he was still seatbelt it in he said that was his brother he said thank you
A guy died in a motorcycle crash in front of my church when I was around 14 years old and a week later a girl in my class said she had to take a day off school to go to a funeral.
Yeap.
I'm sorry you had to see that, that's rough to experience. Best I can say is at least it didn't pass all alone, and had a good soul nearby who cared.
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u my beautiful dog Luna, she passed away because of age so there's nothing we could do about it... that day I was not home and she had been very lethargic till finally made it home as my parents called me and I was two towns away, her last efforts were to come to me but I went to her and I snuggled her on my lap and onto my chest, was one of the most difficult things I ever had to do but I just held it up all inside, I just made her feel comfortable and reassured, she was always there for me, for evert great time and all the bad times as well..
my husky was my best friend, so I just spend those minutes singing to her, like the many times I did late at night when I could not sleep and she was just a puppy, she still had the energy to wag her tail even if just a little as she went to sleep peacefully and hopefully in no pain... and as painful as it was for me, I've always seen that as a gift, and a precious chance life gave me back, so yes, my dog showed me what true and genuine care can do even at the hardest of times, that is love for me
When I was around 6 I was living in Puerto Rico. I lived in an area with ah bunch of trees snakes and fruit trees like from coconuts to orange trees and bananas it was like those Hawaii movies you see. I had a pet dog named Puppy to me it was normal because I was Spanish. I had him since I was four. I would always play with him I would kill small snakes with a rusty machete I found in my grandmas chicken coop and just mess with every single animal there. He would eat the eggs chase the chickens approach cats but not too much cus some of them were hostile. He'd run from them. one day he chased a chicken so bad the thing flew on top of a tree and like ah tall tree no joke push over thing it couldn't come done it was crazy. I'd always get mad at him when he would eat their eggs I felt guilty cus he was my bro but I love baby chicks 🐥. I felt like a pirate it was great Always. then for two years my dad left to go to America. I was still in Puerto Rico with my mom. Then came the day when my dad came back to pay for us to move up there with him I was forced to leave Puppy there alone I'm 23 now I never seen my dog or heard of him again since that day. No one in my family bothered to take care of him my grandma was too old and she was the only one who would do that kind of thing. My aunt's had their own pets and some where just rude nobody bothered. He was small cute and energetic he was like my Pikachu and I was his Ash ketchum everyday was a adventure with him. But I was forced to leave him to die basically along with the other dog who was my sister's dog. If you're wondering how I remember this. Don't worry I'm not making it up. it's called Hyperthymesia. Anyways I'm just trying to say that I feel your pain. 😕
Yeah a few times but nothing hit me harder than my dog. the way she cried out to me at the end. My head was on her's i was looking her in the eyes and just tried to reassure her and let her know i was still with her. When the vet said she was gone I just lost it so bad. Never cried that hard in my life. When she died it was a wake up call to me that I really do need a family in my life. I want kids badly and hope I'll be a father one day.
Yes. But I'd feel way more sympathetic and extremely sad if an animal dyed in front of me, than a human. Human beings are pretty... Eh. Out of the many people I've seen die in front of me, my grandmother back in 2010 was the one that made me sad. Although she was 90 at the time, so I wasn't too sad. The worse part was the five or so years or the slow build-up to the death.
Just a couple years ago watched my grandmother give the nurse a big hug and I held her hand as she took her last breath and passed away. My great grandmother also passed away around the same time at over 90 years old, she told each person how she loved them, how she was praying for them and she appreciated them coming to visit, she continued to speak with lack of oxygen and had such kind words.
In regards to actual people no not dying but I've seen plenty of dead people's corpses.
In regards to animals yes I've seen dying ones but I put them out of their misery if I know they aren't gonna make it. It's better that way then they don't have to suffer.
I was holding my dad's hand when he died. It was strange. One moment he was there, the next his body was just an empty shell.
Nothing changed but everything did.
Well when they put my cat down I was holding it but I remember when I was like 8 or 10 I saw a guy's dead body all splatted on a little roof when in the middle of the night apparently he was involved in a fight and he was pushed off the building I live in, it was 8 stories, I saw the body with blood everywhere and people in white hazmat looking suits were vacuuming all the blood 🙂
yeah my first love she get sick and didn't make it i still remember all the moments i hold her hands and was scary a moment would come i would feel her hold my hand back :(
Yes. Worked in aged care. I never forget my memories of working there. good and bad. Thats life. Memories. Plus it was a job at the end of the day and ultimately I felt the job wasn't suited to me. Especially the long hours and yes the way I don't think I liked being so close to death but I guess I prefer Office Jobs instead. No disrespect intended.
My family and I were with my paternal grandmother when she passed away.
A few Times... I have incurred Death too in My Family Many Times... xxoo
Do you mean a real person or an animal? Your context was different from what the question asks.
Either way, I have seen someone dying and someone straight up get killed in front of me.
So many times… the idiot shot in front of my truck… my cat whom I had to put down 2 years ago… my mother last year. A dog 5 years ago… welcome to life
Yes sadly I have seen a few, it's not something you really get used to.
'Someone' and an animal is about as apples and oranges as it gets.
Many times, most in the military. I was a Corpsman (Medic) so I was around death on a constant basis.
Yeah
Most closely I have seen myself dying a very slow and painful death
Grandfather, father, 3 friends, a dog, a horse and various other animals.
Nope i haven't and don't want to because i hate to be helpless...
I don't even understand how can someone committ a crime when i hear or read that someone was killed!
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