I remember, quite vividly, the first time I saw a corpse - or rather, I should specify, what was once a corpse. The biomass that was that corpse in question likely only existed as a corpse for a brief few seconds, nudged between 40 years of life and 40 hours of drying goo. You see, that biomass existed as a corpse with a velocity hovering somewhere around eighty miles per hour. It was that same velocity that converted the corpse into a red streak stretching down a local road. That’s what I actually saw, when I saw it - littered with bits of brain and bone.
In that time I saw an uncountable many, many hundreds of dead people ranging from babies to centenarians.
Some with illnesses where death was expected and some who went to school or work in the morning and never went home again by teatime.
Shamefully I cannot remember a single face anymore - however I do remember the sounds of the loved ones who were left behind to grieve.
Before A&E the word 'bloodcurdling'was something that described a scary but highly entertaining horror film.
However after commencing in A&E I experienced the visceral reality of what bloodcurdling truly meant.
When I heard the first primal, animalistic howl of a mum who had just lost her child my spine turned to icewater and the hairs on my neck crackled. I had never experienced a feeling that before in my life and it scared me.
I realised this was the deepest pit of despair and hopelessness that any human being could ever fall into and not a person on this planet could ever take that pain and sadness away.
The best thing I could take from so many dead people is that no matter how bad things may be going in my life I still have not had to experience the horror that so many other people have experienced.
I've seen corpses before, but I only just this weekend first witnessed a soul leave a corpse behind. It belonged to my fiancée's grandma, and was dressed in what was little more than a hospital gown.
That's very interesting, I've never given too much thought to it besides "be ready to lay your life on the line". Dress for death is something I really should consider.
I was a Staff Nurse in A&E for nearly 20 years.
In that time I saw an uncountable many, many hundreds of dead people ranging from babies to centenarians.
Some with illnesses where death was expected and some who went to school or work in the morning and never went home again by teatime.
Shamefully I cannot remember a single face anymore - however I do remember the sounds of the loved ones who were left behind to grieve.
Before A&E the word 'bloodcurdling'was something that described a scary but highly entertaining horror film.
However after commencing in A&E I experienced the visceral reality of what bloodcurdling truly meant.
When I heard the first primal, animalistic howl of a mum who had just lost her child my spine turned to icewater and the hairs on my neck crackled. I had never experienced a feeling that before in my life and it scared me.
I realised this was the deepest pit of despair and hopelessness that any human being could ever fall into and not a person on this planet could ever take that pain and sadness away.
The best thing I could take from so many dead people is that no matter how bad things may be going in my life I still have not had to experience the horror that so many other people have experienced.
It is a blessing that I give my thanks daily for.
I've seen corpses before, but I only just this weekend first witnessed a soul leave a corpse behind. It belonged to my fiancée's grandma, and was dressed in what was little more than a hospital gown.
I too aspire to be a handsome corpse one day. My preparations will be slow, god willing.
good read, ty
I like this perspective on premodern war.
"What impression would you want to leave in the mind of someone who stumbles upon your disheveled mortal coil?"
Since you asked:
"Damn... I know I'm not supposed to laugh at this sort of stuff, but he made this as hilarious as humanly possible."
That's very interesting, I've never given too much thought to it besides "be ready to lay your life on the line". Dress for death is something I really should consider.