Man can I relate: I've been involved in lots of scary shit in my life time, terrorist incidents, collapsing buildings, exploding petrol tankers and the like but the scariest of all these was after a particularly exhausting tramp in the North Wales mountains.
Walking/stumbling along the road about half a k from journeys end,wet and knackered , an RAF Harrier (I think) approached silently from behind me doing mega speed at an incredibly low altitude. I knew nothing at all about it's approach until it shot over my head with a roar and a blast something akin to Armageddon in full swing, I should imagine, it couldn't have been more than 50 metres above me. In total shock, believing it to be my last seconds on earth, I dived to the side (remember the road) a screech of brakes and an almighty thwack on my rucksack as the wing mirror of the white van sent me spiralling the the grass verge. Unharmed (apart from my dignity) I distinctly remember looking at the angry driver through the long grass and thinking, life's just too fecking hard sometimes, I wan't my Mom!
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