Originally posted by: BoomerD
Originally posted by: lxskllr
While walking next to a highway, I had a flatbed truck lock up it's brakes and slide past me in a cloud of smoke.
I had a runaway truck come within 4' of where I was standing. It took out a 10" pump, and went into the river.
I slipped off a bridge form, and caught myself with 2" to spare of having a piece of rebar go through my neck.
I was 12' down in a hole without a hardhat, and crane swung it's boom around, and snagged a length of 5/8" cable and it fell on my head.
When I was young I was crossing a busy road, and miscounted the lanes. I thought I was clear, and took off running. I slammed into the side of a car which was going about 40mph.
I've seen many people die in construction accidents. I hate it...it fucks up production...
The worst I was ever personally involved in was (as a young dumb apprentice) I was running a small hydraulic crane with the carpenters putting up forms. Not far away, a crew was rigging in the boom for a BIG crane. (250+ tons) When they had it all rigged in, the operator boomed it up and swung it over me. About that time, the boom folded in half and it came crashing down on the crane I was operating.
Turns out, the ironworkers had been out drinking the night before and somehow missed adding in a penant cable to the mid-section of the boom. (large support cables)
It took the emergency crews about 4 hours to cut the boom sections away so the paramedics could get to me, and then cut me free so they could transport me to the hospital.
Overall, I came out of it pretty well. Broken arm, couple of broken ribs, concussion, minor lacerations and abrasions. One of the carpenters I was working with was killed instantly.
While in Vietnam, I was shot at rather frequently. (the bastards!) I experienced a few close calls, (nasty sounding "bees" when the bullets start flying close) but only one hit. I took a small piece of shrapnel in my left knee. Motherfucker knocked my feet out from under me like I had been hit by a truck.
Corpsman dug out the shrapnel, cleaned it, threw some stitches in it...and off we went. We didn't get back to "civilization" for 2 more weeks...but we accomplished what we set out to do...and the knee healed just fine.