What is your worst experience?

A dreadful hour scolding two twelve year olds for watching porn at 3 in the morning, drafty house, jetlagged.

We were on exercise out in the US. I’d led our platoon in to the start line for a night assault on a US position, and while the boss was organising the sections, I leant back against a tree and slid down it so I was sitting on my heels while keeping watch. Except before my backside and my heels met, there was a sharp stabbing pain in my left ar$e cheek, followed by a feeling of something spreading inside the flesh. It felt as though someone had stabbed me with a syringe, and then squeezed the contents in. My first thought was that I’d been bitten by a rattlesnake, so straight away I had the boot knife and maglite out – sod light discipline – spun around to kill what I thought was a snake, and saw a seething mass of yellow and black. I’d sat on a wasps nest.

The Yanks had told us before the exercise not to destroy nests, as the wasps will always go for the person who does it. Yeah yeah, we thought. Wasps are pissy little things, not worth worrying about. Not these buggers – these were Olympic size wasps with attitudes to match. The Yanks were right. Despite weaving my way through the rest of my platoon – in pitch darkness, at night, in a forest – I was stung a dozen times, with only one other man getting a single sting. I was stung on both legs, both arms, back and face. When the boss eventually realised what was happening and called endex I was immediately casevaced straight to med centre, dosed up with antihistamine, stings dressed, and kept in for 24 hours.

It’s almost funny to think about it now – charging around in the dark trying to keep as quiet as I could so that the enemy wouldn’t hear us, but that was the most terrifying experience I’ve ever had. Not knowing where the next hit was coming from, and worst of all, not being able to do a damn thing about it. The sight of a wasp even now still sends me charging away in a blind panic. Not good. 🙁

Well guys looks as if you have had terrible experiences.
Anymore out there.????:D 😀 😀

There are several.
Flying with Air New Zealand.
Studying Marine Biology.
November 7th 2001 (the end of the greatest airline ever).
Flying on a 737 with a faulty engine and being met by fire engines on landing at Glasgow.
Millport (marine biology field trip location).
First tasting Orval (Belgian Trappist beer).
Leaving Belgium.

Having a bayonet stabbing in my neck while the gun itself is being cocked, and subsequently being smashed to the ground by another rifle’s butt – and then laying there for one and a half hour while all sorts of bugs crawl into your clothes.

Actually, it wasn’t. Ending up single was actually much worse.

Many moons ago , practicing power off stalls in a 3 axis Microlight , thought it had recovered ok until I realised the airspeed was ZERO and the Altimeter was unwinding rapidly , no wing drop , buffet or anything , just a vertical drop , I thought it had gone a bit quiet , the engine had oiled the plug whilst ticking over , much panicking in the pod trying to pull start the Rotax with a D handle tangled round my right leg , while pulling the bar into my stomach to get some airflow over the wing . Nice .