Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Fear
I stumbled on this description of terror in the face of guns.
Once, whilst travelling in Asia I managed to end up on the wrong end of half a dozen AK-47s held by soldiers whom I had every reason to believe had authority to shoot me dead. The only thing that stopped my adrenalinised sprint to safety was a carelessly placed barbed wire fence that leaped up and hugged me (it was dark enough not to see it until I was literally wrapped in it). There were no heroic thoughts, just a sudden blanching flash of deep dread that I was about to die, immediately followed by a limbic desire to get far away from the men with rifles as fast as humanly possible.
Once, whilst travelling in Asia I managed to end up on the wrong end of half a dozen AK-47s held by soldiers whom I had every reason to believe had authority to shoot me dead. The only thing that stopped my adrenalinised sprint to safety was a carelessly placed barbed wire fence that leaped up and hugged me (it was dark enough not to see it until I was literally wrapped in it). There were no heroic thoughts, just a sudden blanching flash of deep dread that I was about to die, immediately followed by a limbic desire to get far away from the men with rifles as fast as humanly possible.
