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My Dad was a Green Beret in the late 70s early 80s I think it was. He said they put him in a 55 gallon drum filled with water to the edge of his nose and sealed him in that. I feel I'm pretty mentally tough but I would have had a freak out at that.
Can confirm, first hand, this still happens. I also couldn't believe how much they could physically beat us haha. The worst part, as a male officer, was when they would start torturing a young enlisted female in front of me and tell her she was getting tortured because I wouldn't give up any info and that I could make it all stop if I would talk.
Everyone breaks. You will not out smart you captors either. My first experience was intentionally with no training and I couldn't believe how poorly I performed.
Then, after training, we had to go back into the POW camps and do it all over again. The difference is pretty amazing.
I have heard that everyone will fail (give in) eventually - like it was said, just finding that chink in the armor - only a matter of time.
Never been there and hope never to be there.
I have heard that everyone will fail (give in) eventually - like it was said, just finding that chink in the armor - only a matter of time.
Never been there and hope never to be there.
The toughest decision is making up your mind about whether or not you're going to let them take you alive. I've spent many nights deep into ISIS controlled territory with no rescue forces anywhere close. Thankfully I never had a catastrophic aircraft malfunction. Flew with a M9 strapped to my chest and a modified M4 in our ejection seat.
Someone needs to start a war stories thread so I can stop derailing this one haha.
The toughest decision is making up your mind about whether or not you're going to let them take you alive. I've spent many nights deep into ISIS controlled territory with no rescue forces anywhere close. Thankfully I never had a catastrophic aircraft malfunction. Flew with a M9 strapped to my chest and a modified M4 in our ejection seat.
Someone needs to start a war stories thread so I can stop derailing this one haha.
All this sounded really fun when I was 18/19.
Mama didn't want me doing war games and stopped our family tradition of being in Army dead in its tracks.
Some days I regret not doing it but reading this thread, the hell with all that lol.
Hell...you can stuff me in a lunch box then stick it in a drain for a few days...I.m cool...get my feet ten feet off the ground...and I lock up and start cryin for my mother...a terrible phobia of heights...really really bad...
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