Continuing with the times in my life when I've been really scared.
The loosening of the bowels, the cold sweats, the pounding heart.
|Run you stupid bastard, before it's too late|
|Two Schermuly Illuminating rockets in their carry cases|
Our parachute flare guttered out, and I could hear our sergeant cursing behind us as he found that his expected stock of Schermulys had disappeared.
The attackers began a charge, screaming at the top of their voices.
B. That the f*cking idiots had been firing those lethal rockets straight at us.
C. We'd panicked
|Well done, you cheating bastard.|
- Night amplifies fear.
- Panic is dangerous.
- Fear is contagious.
- Bad command leads to bad troops.
- Life's not fair, and don't always expect the wrongdoer to get punished.
Next. Scary things that didn't.