Paranoia.

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Was this the same master who made you do the finger tip push-ups?

 

[william_kent]

Was this the same master who made you do the finger tip push-ups?

yeah...

there's an un-aired channel 5 documentary where he makes me do "frog jumps" and i collapse

 

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[william_kent]

a bit lame

we were taught to break the arms, crush the ribcage, mash the testicles into pink soup, and then stomp on the face

 

[william_kent]

lockdown sort of fucked up my training though, so now i would just run away

edit: I'm out of shape, I'm out of practice

 

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Perhaps the most audacious Long Sixties deployment of the term, though, belongs to Charlie Manson. Talking to Rolling Stone in 1970 about how coyotes move through the desert, Manson explains that “he hears every sound, smells every smell, sees everything that moves. He’s in a state of total paranoia, and total paranoia is total awareness.”

This reminds me of one of the Vietnam vets in First Kill talking about not having to learn how to survive in the jungle because it's already in there and comes flooding back.

21:06 - 21:58

 

[william_kent]

This reminds me of one of the Vietnam vets in First Kill talking about not having to learn how to survive in the jungle because it's already in there and comes flooding back.

21:06 - 21:58

this is just a vague drunken thought... but were 'NAM VETERANS the last romanticism of PTSD?

I've trained with, and worked with, Falklands veterans, troubles veterans, etc.,

and there is no romance, no Hollywood style Rambo blockbusters, only tears and heartbreak and regret once you pierce their shell, only grim nightmares

except, one of my workmates had a mate who served time in Afghanistan and got involved in a firefight and texted him "it was boss", so maybe I've just met the more sensitive survivors?

edit: I am dramatising a bit, because more than one ex squaddie I have met joined up because they wanted to know what it was like to kill, and they loved it

 

[william_kent]

Tripping on LSD While in Her Majesty’s Service​

One paratrooper’s photos of patrols and acid-fueled escape in Northern Ireland​

^

these guys were late to the acid party, I once lived in a shared house with a nurse whose boyfriend told us stories about dropping tabs while "on patrol" in NI during the troubles years before this dude and his blurry pics