FrankieOliver
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My ball turret gunner takes flak and not only remains at his station through the completion of the mission, but lives to tell his tale and fight another day.
Just after I’d completed an exhausting 40 minute Power 90 workout late yesterday afternoon, I suddenly noticed that my groin area was unusually damp. I made haste to the privy, dropped my drawers and discovered the source of this out of the ordinary, wet sensation. Much to my surprise, the entire crotch and taint area of my white boxers was stained scarlet red. The inside of my thighs near to the groin was also bloodied. Hmm? That's not good Thought I. I immediately looked to my bloody scrotum and the source from whence it came: “Quite a bleeder here.” I announced as I placed the tip of my right index finger over it to slow the bleeding. Frau Bek came running in to see what the matter. “That pair’s history,” she said.
“What?” says I.
“Those boxers,” she replies.
“You do see that I’ve got bigger problems, don’t you?”
“Oh…what are you going to do?”
“How about you put your finger on it while I come up with a plan?”
Frau Bek did this while I discerned a plan and after only a minute I asked her to remove her fnger. The blood continued to flow out again. “I may have to quarterize this,” I said.
“How?” asked Frau Bek.
“Remove your finger and go fetch my soldering iron from my workbench.”
“That’ll hurt – you’ll pass out. Besides, it’s probably not a good idea,” stated she quite matter of factly.
“I suppose your right…with my luck…”
“No, with my luck,” she replied.
“So, what am I going to do? It isn’t stopping. It must be the aspirin.”
“I’ve got an idea."
After ten minutes, I dropped my drawers again to see if the bleeding had stopped. It had, thank goodness. The tampon had worked.
Just after I’d completed an exhausting 40 minute Power 90 workout late yesterday afternoon, I suddenly noticed that my groin area was unusually damp. I made haste to the privy, dropped my drawers and discovered the source of this out of the ordinary, wet sensation. Much to my surprise, the entire crotch and taint area of my white boxers was stained scarlet red. The inside of my thighs near to the groin was also bloodied. Hmm? That's not good Thought I. I immediately looked to my bloody scrotum and the source from whence it came: “Quite a bleeder here.” I announced as I placed the tip of my right index finger over it to slow the bleeding. Frau Bek came running in to see what the matter. “That pair’s history,” she said.
“What?” says I.
“Those boxers,” she replies.
“You do see that I’ve got bigger problems, don’t you?”
“Oh…what are you going to do?”
“How about you put your finger on it while I come up with a plan?”
Frau Bek did this while I discerned a plan and after only a minute I asked her to remove her fnger. The blood continued to flow out again. “I may have to quarterize this,” I said.
“How?” asked Frau Bek.
“Remove your finger and go fetch my soldering iron from my workbench.”
“That’ll hurt – you’ll pass out. Besides, it’s probably not a good idea,” stated she quite matter of factly.
“I suppose your right…with my luck…”
“No, with my luck,” she replied.
“So, what am I going to do? It isn’t stopping. It must be the aspirin.”
“I’ve got an idea."
After ten minutes, I dropped my drawers again to see if the bleeding had stopped. It had, thank goodness. The tampon had worked.
