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    Dangerous veterans

    I met a fellow "veteran" today, quotations due to no actual proof. The guy wants to help out at my work. Rarely does a person raise my hackles, but this guy put me on guard big time. I won't drown you in details, but this guy is either a serious threat or a con. The conversation went from zero to three hundred in less than two minutes.

    In example of things said, mind you I just met the guy details casually some projects and asking his interests in helping.

    "I have my own demons" was what he said the reason for wanting to help out

    "My mother died, I sacrificed for this country enough" was his response when I replied to his uncle same fight comment saying working outdoors is therapeutic to give back.

    "I will get you 100% benefits, I've helped 800,000 vets already, you are my new mission" was his reply when I said I can respect his service as a fellow vet, trying to defuse the already tense situation

    "fought for uncle sam around the world" When I asked about project interests.
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    Theres much more weird things, too many to list. The navy veteran hat. His adamant profession about 100% benefits, I mean ADAMANT. Though he was black ( insert obligatory racial stereotype about benefits).

    Not in a long time have I gone all PTSD sandbag fighting position in my living room paranoid, but this guy hit the spot. I meet with him Monday to discuss some projects, I honestly can say this guy, if a legit vet, is dangerously unstable.

    This breaks some confidentiality thing I imagine, but to hell with it, ill be dead by Tuesday.

    ​​​​​​Next Tuesday, I will host a giveaway of my toaster this weekend.

    It does bagels.


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    #2
    He must have seen your prison tats.

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      #3
      Might be my knuckle tattoos

      H E L L O on the right hand
      K I T T Y on the left

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        #4
        Originally posted by Harry Henderson View Post
        Might be my knuckle tattoos

        H E L L O on the right hand
        K I T T Y on the left
        Definite trigger material right there.

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          #5
          My therapist asked me what i thought my triggers were.

          I said " Around three pounds after I polish the sear"

          And thats the story of how they took my guns away due to a misunderstanding
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            #6
            I play it back in my mind, over and over.

            An after hours traveler approaches, offers lies, aggression, and promises. A cunning and intense affliction in his demeanor. Were a fully religious I'd have sworn I met the devil himself.

            Perhaps I'm recounting it wrong. Its late and my mind plays its tricks. But I remember the intensity of that gaze, that is what haunts me. As I lay here vividly awake in dawns hour, I remember that look. I'd last seen it a few thousand miles away in a land I'd hope to have left a thousand miles behind me.

            Its the look a man gets right before he checks out. Those last fleeting moments before the light of humanity finally dies, and the psychopath emerges in whatever jihadist, radical, terrorist flavor the ice cream truck has on board.

            I wish I could be blissfully ignorant of the overt and subtle cues. Maybe I can pretend I just read the conversation wrong. Maybe I can con myself into thinking I am over reacting.

            Its going to be a long day without sleep, and he knows how to find me. A few thousand miles away, it would be just another day in the neighborhood.

            Civilian life has made me soft.
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              #7
              Originally posted by Harry Henderson View Post
              I play it back in my mind, over and over.

              An after hours traveler approaches, offers lies, aggression, and promises. A cunning and intense affliction in his demeanor. Were a fully religious I'd have sworn I met the devil himself.

              Perhaps I'm recounting it wrong. Its late and my mind plays its tricks. But I remember the intensity of that gaze, that is what haunts me. As I lay here vividly awake in dawns hour, I remember that look. I'd last seen it a few thousand miles away in a land I'd hope to have left a thousand miles behind me.

              Its the look a man gets right before he checks out. Those last fleeting moments before the light of humanity finally dies, and the psychopath emerges in whatever jihadist, radical, terrorist flavor the ice cream truck has on board.

              I wish I could be blissfully ignorant of the overt and subtle cues. Maybe I can pretend I just read the conversation wrong. Maybe I can con myself into thinking I am over reacting.

              Its going to be a long day without sleep, and he knows how to find me. A few thousand miles away, it would be just another day in the neighborhood.

              Civilian life has made me soft.
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              You're a hell of a romantic harry.

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                #8
                Trust your gut instincts Harry -- no need to over analyze
                Tuesday is soylent green day

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                  #9
                  I've had a few occasions over the years where every warning bell I have went off in a seemingly normal interaction with a stranger. With you having served, I imagine your instincts are far better than mine. I'd trust them.
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                    #10
                    Harry, I saw a picture of you cooking over a small grill once.

                    I was hoping you could leave that to me in your will.

                    I like to cook outdoors.

                    Oh yes, hope he doesn't kill you and eat your liver.....

                    *could you leave a clause in the will that if your liver was cooked on it, then it should go to someone else?

                    That would gross me out. Maybe send it to Sky in case she becomes a meat eater again.
                    Go Space Force!!!

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                      #11
                      Originally posted by Mayaca View Post
                      Harry, I saw a picture of you cooking over a small grill once.

                      I was hoping you could leave that to me in your will.

                      I like to cook outdoors.

                      Oh yes, hope he doesn't kill you and eat your liver.....

                      *could you leave a clause in the will that if your liver was cooked on it, then it should go to someone else?

                      That would gross me out. Maybe send it to Sky in case she becomes a meat eater again.
                      Are you really equating Sky with Liver eating Johnson? He ate a lot of her people. That's pretty unfeeling, buster.

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                        #12
                        Originally posted by Unclefred View Post

                        Are you really equating Sky with Liver eating Johnson? He ate a lot of her people. That's pretty unfeeling, buster.
                        Typical Canadian french weirdness...... no idea what you are talking about.....
                        Go Space Force!!!

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                          #13
                          NOT ONE MORE WORD!




                          I don't know.

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                            #14
                            Originally posted by gamgee View Post
                            NOT ONE MORE WORD!



                            Okay. does that count as a word? did I go to far?
                            Go Space Force!!!

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                              #15
                              Originally posted by Mayaca View Post

                              Typical Canadian french weirdness...... no idea what you are talking about.....
                              Maybe all that ginseng isn't helping you after all?

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