When I hear a story like your cousin's I feel sympathy because I know he has some hard times ahead of him. My kids grew up with the hall light on every night, not because they were afraid of the dark, but because their dad wanted to be able to see where he was when he opened up his eyes in the middle of a nightmare. I fought my way through some terrible depressions by myself because I didn't want to bother the people who loved me with my problems. Don't let your cousin do that.
This treasure hunting hobby has really helped me a lot. I love the history and the excitement of the search. I can focus on something positive and exchange ideas and information with people who have the same interest. It's been great and I love it. I guess this would be a good time to thank all of you ladies and gentlemen for your kindness and generosity.
Rick
Hi, Rick: It's Excellent that you found Treasure Hunting to enjoy...
To have the positive interest to occupy your mind, and inspire you...
The pleasure of fellow TH'ers, sharing the interesting experiences,
knowledge and info. such as here on T.Net...
I just don't think we can talk about this too much...
If more of our Wounded Warriors could find something this interesting
and exciting to do, then maybe many more of our Awesome People would choose life,
rather than being so grieved with all of the horror and tragedy,
the things that they have seen, felt, suffered, dreamed nightmares about,
and had to endure and live with...
Then so many have been overwhelmed and given up on life,
and taken their own life, so extremely sad to me...
Our government and media has not told us very much about this,
and that is a serious tragedy in itself...
My last living Uncle served in the Korean war.
He is the previously mentioned cousins Grandpa.
He has told me several horrific stories thru the years...
The record cold winter of 1950-51 (a lot of 50 below 0* days),
I have viewed pics of piles of bodies in mass graves,
huge deep ditches opened up with dozers,
then just covered up all together...
He and my Aunt had talked about the nightmares,
how he would wake up, and she would help him
realize it was just a nightmare and calm down, and went on for years...
He showed me where his lips, face and chest had been scarred
with glass and metal shrapnel, that he worked and picked out,
for a long time after the war was over...
He said since he was a good driver and mechanic (loggin' woods),
he got a good job driving the C.C.(" the old man") around,
often scouting from the hills in a Jeep...
More than once, they were hit with mortars, the Jeep damaged and turned over,
the windshield glass and metal exploding in their faces...
He went on and lived a productive, hard working life...
But before all of that, he had been seriously wounded in a logging accident at 16,
when he was walking up along the bank next to the loaded truck Grandpa was driving. He slipped and slid under the truck and the back wheels ran over him, breaking his pelvis, and severely damaging his spine. After a long recovery, he went back to work, even running some pretty good sized saw mills in Arizona and New Mexico, after the war... They were a tough generation, they had to be...
He has a younger brother in law who served in Viet Nam,
who also told me stories...
One night he and his buddy got drunk and, for some reason,
locked their room door before going to sleep.
He said they didn't usually lock their door,
but that night they did...
The next morning, they woke to find the enemy had cut every man's throat
in the building, except for them...
What made them think to unusually lock their door?
I believe we the civilians of our Nation, don't have a clue, and
I have only the highest respect, for all who have bravely served and sacrificed...
? spirit miners ??
Hi Don Jose, That's quite an unusual account, do you think this was possibly meant to lead your Son and Beto, to find the Mine? I have heard of people being led to treasure, by spirits, as well as being discouraged, or run off by them... Thanks
