Not my Dad just casually dropping in conversation that he was lowered, by helicopter into another helicopter wreckage, complete with mangled corpses, when he was a marine, and had to stand guard with the remnants overnight....
He told me about the time his fellow helicopter mechanic removed an enormous bolt he shouldn't have, while my dad had stepped away for the appropriate tool, and his coworker was crushed to death under the chopper. He told me about the time he was a younger, driving with my Grandpa, and they watched a small, single passenger plane crash in a nearby field. My Dad and Grandpa pulled him from the wreckage, and lifted the man into the bed of Grandpa's truck. He'll never forget the smell of burnt skin, and the way the man's eyes were blinding white in comparison to the charred flesh, he says.
I recounted these other two incidents, and he also casually drops that he's seen far, far worse over the years. I shudder to think what else he's been witness to that he's never felt comfortable telling me about. 😬
I've always known my Dad is a bad ass, but my goodness!
