Cheesey wrote...
When my friend's grandpa had a 'Nam flashback, it was fourth of July and we were playing with firecrackers.
My friend forgot to lock the door, so when the firecrackers went off, here comes the crazy old man out the door, and he bum rushes me, while screaming "YOU DAMN CHARLIE!!"
He wasn't holding anything, after we fell he just got up and walked back inside.
But I was scared "shitless".
There was this one guy from my neighborhood, I don't really know much about him except that he went to school with my mom, fought in Vietnam, came back perfectly normal, and got into LSD, hard. Apparently, it wasn't the war that made him go insane, it was the acid, but that mother fucker was
insane. He would just sit on his porch rambling about the war and a bunch of shit that was, as far as I remember, incoherent. I don't know if he's dead or not, but a while back he fell asleep on his couch while smoking a cigarette and it almost burned down the entire apartment building he was living in. For some reason, he was airlifted to a hospital and I never heard anything about him after that.
Thinking about it now, there are a number of really good hospitals within a few miles of our neighborhood and there's less than a 30% chance that his injuries were so severe that he would've needed to be rushed to one via helicopter. There have been worse situations around here and I only saw ambulances. I'm not gonna rush to any conclusions, but there could've been more to the situation than what was made public.