So this past weekend my regional paper (the Reading Eagle) had a front-page story about a local navy guy who was horribly wounded in Iraq. This guy is a military carpenter (a reservist to boot), and somehow wound up driving an ammunition truck in an Iraqi hotspot [I'll spare you all a diatribe regarding Donald Rumsfeld et al and the lack of proper planning for the war]. Actually speaking of Donald Rumsfeld, two weeks ago I was watching Cape Fear (the Dinero version), and goddamn, in that movie Nick Nolte looks exactly like Donald Rumsfeld. Click here
to see a photo of what I'm talking about.
So anyway, this carpenter is driving an ammunition truck and the truck gets attacked. His leg is blown off and a piece of shrapnel severs his spinal cord in his neck area. His comrades thought he had perished, but it turns out he survived. Unfortunately, he is paralyzed from the ears down. He can see and hear, but that's it. He can't even move his mouth. So essentially he's currently in the hospital lying flat on his back, with his eyes open. He's 37 years-old and married with two kids. He won't be able to do anything but look around for the remainder of his "life." He can only communicate by blinking his eyes, which obviously takes forever, even for the most simple of communication. How fucking depressing.
So after reading this article I'm trying to imagine living like that, and I can't. I would honestly rather be dead I think. Hopefully this guy will find away to find some enjoyment out of life. But I don't think I'd be able to do it. How many blinks does it take to say "shoot me in the head please"?