They used to say that you came to a full stop when you died. I’ve had many beatings in my time, with
Hurleys
Steel-capped boots (courtesy of two rogue Guards)
Baseball bats
Blunt instruments of various hues, including whiskey bottles and KA-BARs.
But this hiding in the toilet of the ferry was close to being the worst.
In the movies, the hero takes a beat-down, he rises with designer bruises and gung ho attitude. They don’t show you soiling yourself to add shame to the hurt. Lying there, in piss and blood, you do your damnedest not to cry.
Doesn’t work.
This blubbering mess of myself was airlifted to the Beaumont hospital. And another month lost as I rallied, relapsed, suffered, and withered. But they persevered and a few days before my release Sergeant Ridge traveled all the way fr
