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Osiris wrote:Whoever says they only thing they fear is "fear itself", lacks imagination.
MJK wrote:Being stuck in a confined space no one knows I'm in. Back in high school (1974) I was exploring the furthest reaches of the steam pipe utilidors honeycombing Ft Wainwright. A remote section with an entrance in the middle of nowhere ran to a nearby ammo bunker about 100 yards distant. It was a very tight fit next to the asbestos insulated steam pipes and was about 95F. I made it about 50 feet in and got one of my belt loops hung up on a pipe hanger with my arms outstretched ahead of me to pull myself forward. I couldn't get them down to the snag and could not push myself back. I dropped my flashlight and it rolled out of reach, shining uselessly down the concrete utilidor towards my now forgotten goal. I struggled like a madman for what seemed like forever and blacked out, probably from screaming and crying myself out of air. When I came to the flashlight was a dim glow and I was soaked in sweat. The pipes, which earlier had been making a lot of noise cracking , popping and humming were now quiet and I found that I was now miraculously unsnagged; the belt loop having broken. I discovered that I could kick my boot in between a couple of the pipes and flex my knee while kind of undulating along on my back to cover the 50 feet back to the entrance in about an hour. Emerging into the -40F January night air I didn't even bother putting my parka back on until I had walked the 50 or so yards out to the road.
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