survival stories

clint308

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Post all survival stories you have herd of , read , seen or been in
I'll start

Douglas Mawson
In 1912 Australian geologist Douglas Mawson was leading a three-man team on a surveying mission in Antarctica when, tragically, one of the party fell through a snow covered crevasse and was never seen again. To add terrible misfortune to tragedy, he took most of the party’s rations, all their tents and their six best dogs with him. Mawson and his surviving comrade faced a 310 mile journey across snowy tundra that appeared all but impossible.

Mawson, alone, survived. He did it by eating dog meat and taking the hugely risky decision to travel miles out of his way to collect a tent cover discarded earlier in the expedition. He improvised a tent frame with skis and surveying equipment and, crucially, had a makeshift shelter from the wind and snow.

Mawson’s epic trudge was accompanied by a frostbite so severe his skin, hair and the soles of his feet began to fall off. He almost fell into another crevasse, only to be saved by his sled digging into snow at the lip of the precipice.

When he finally made it to the main camp, he was told that the rescue ship had sailed just hours earlier, and he was forced to winter in Antarctica. He eventually went home ten months later.

Hugh Glass
In 1823 Glass was part of a fur trapping party near the Missouri River in the US that was surprised and attacked by a bear. The bear was killed but Glass received devastating injuries, including a broken leg and deep cuts. Unconscious, he was assumed to be near death and was left to die in the wilderness with nothing but the bear hide to cover him.

But Glass regained consciousness, and began a remarkable six week journey that saved his life. His wounds were festering so Glass laid his back on a fallen log and let them become infested with maggots which cleaned out the dead flesh, preventing gangrene! He also set his own broken leg! He ate wild berries and roots and after weeks of crawling and walking, improvised a crude craft out of fallen branches and twigs and sailed down river to the safety of Fort Kiowa.

Steven Callahan
When Callahan’s sailboat was overwhelmed by heavy seas during an Atlantic storm in 1984, he took to a small inflatable life raft. It would be his home for the next 76 days.

He quickly exhausted his supplies of food and water, but Callahan survived by adopting the mentality of a survivor. Every day he followed the same routine: he exercised, made repairs, collected water from solar stills, fished and improved whatever he could in his six-foot long floating world. He took on the characters of captain and crew, the captain ordering the crew to stick to routines and abide by an exact system of rationing.

It worked. On his 76th day fishermen picked him up. Callahan had lost a third of his bodyweight and was covered in sores, but he was alive.

Louis Zamperini
Zamperini was a pre-war athletics hero and Olympian and part of an American bomber crew that crashed into the Pacific Ocean in 1942. Three of the crew survived and took to a small inflatable life raft. Zamperini and crewman Allen Phillips survived for 47 days at sea eating raw fish and drinking rain water (the other survivor, Francis McNamara, died on day 33). The pair fashioned a piece of wire into a makeshift hook and captured two albatrosses, which they partly ate and partly used to catch more fish.

But mere subsistence was just one of many problems faced by Zamperini and Phillips. Their small raft was attacked by sharks and strafed by a Japanese bomber. It also nearly capsized during a storm. The pair eventually made land – but were immediately captured by Japanese soldiers. Zamperini was held in a prisoner of war camp for three gruelling years. Long assumed dead, he returned to the US as a hero at the end of the war.

Mauro Prosperi
Mauro Prosperi was a Sicilian policeman and a keen distance runner who, in 1994, decided to take a shot at what is often described as the world’s toughest footrace, the Marathon des Sables. The race is a hugely gruelling, six day slog through 156 miles of the Sahara desert.

Prosperi was going well right up until a sandstorm blew up. At this point, race convention insists competitors stay where they are and wait for help. But the Italian, determined to protect his position, kept going. By the time the winds died down, six hours later, he no longer knew where he was.

Prosperi kept going, eventually trekking over a hundred kilometres in the wrong direction. He sucked on wet wipes and licked the dew off leaves to survive, but by the third morning, alone in an abandoned Muslim shrine Prosperi figured he could go no further and passed out. Hours later, he woke up and the realisation he was still surviving gave the Italian a renewed will to live, and he kept going, eating bats and scorpions and packing sand around his body to survive the freezing nights. He was eventually found by nomads, after nine days alone in the desert.
 

Steve French

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There was this one hipster cunt, fucked off into the bushes because he couldn't take society anymore, then went and died because he didn't think to bring a map and was right next to a city. Then they went and made a hollywood movie out of it. Terrible.
 

UncleBuck

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Day 1, morning: we were stuffed aboard a cylindrical vessel while the guards, dressed in attire typically attributed to flight attendants, kept a cruel watch over us. we were not allowed to get up, even to go to the bathroom. a mutiny was avoided by the guards' cunning decision to quell us with pretzels of no nutritional value and scant traces of sugary beverages.

the controllers of the vessel also staved another uprising a short time later by rocking the cylindrical death trap violently about, a shrewd move which they labeled as "turbulence". us captives were made to remain strapped into our seats, helpless in a flying death box under their control.

i feel my body weakening under what i can only assume is radiation and altitude sickness.

i can only imagine what sick designs these monsters have carved upon our fates. to be continued.
 

clint308

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Day 1, morning: we were stuffed aboard a cylindrical vessel while the guards, dressed in attire typically attributed to flight attendants, kept a cruel watch over us. we were not allowed to get up, even to go to the bathroom. a mutiny was avoided by the guards' cunning decision to quell us with pretzels of no nutritional value and scant traces of sugary beverages.

the controllers of the vessel also staved another uprising a short time later by rocking the cylindrical death trap violently about, a shrewd move which they labeled as "turbulence". us captives were made to remain strapped into our seats, helpless in a flying death box under their control.

i feel my body weakening under what i can only assume is radiation and altitude sickness.

i can only imagine what sick designs these monsters have carved upon our fates. to be continued.
continue already !!!
We need part 2
don't leave us in suspence like that bro (not nice )
 

clint308

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There was this one hipster cunt, fucked off into the bushes because he couldn't take society anymore, then went and died because he didn't think to bring a map and was right next to a city. Then they went and made a hollywood movie out of it. Terrible.
what's the movie ya talkin about
 

BarnBuster

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On 2 May 1968, 12 Green Berets were surrounded near Loc Ninh, South Vietnam, by an entire battalion of NVA. They were thus outnumbered, 12 men versus about 1,000. They dug in and tried to hold them off, but were not going to last long. Sergeant Roy P. Benavidez heard their distress call over a radio in town and boarded a rescue helicopter with first aid equipment. He did not have time to grab a weapon before the helicopter left, so he voluntarily jumped into the hot LZ armed only with his knife.

He sprinted across 75 meters of open terrain through withering small arms and machine gun fire to reach the pinned down MACV-SOG team. By the time he reached them, he had been shot 4 times, twice in the right leg, once through both cheeks, which knocked out four molars, and a glancing shot off his head.

He ignored these wounds and began administering first aid. The rescue chopper left as it was not designed to extract men. An extraction chopper was sent for, and Benavidez took command of the men by directing their fire around the edges of the clearing in order to facilitate the chopper’s landing. When the aircraft arrived, he supervised the loading of the wounded on board, while throwing smoke canisters to direct the chopper’s exact landing. He was wounded severely and at all times under heavy enemy crossfire, but still carried and dragged half of the wounded men to the chopper.

He then ran alongside the landing skids providing protective fire into the trees as the chopper moved across the LZ collecting the wounded. The enemy fire got worse, and Benavidez was hit solidly in the left shoulder. He got back up and ran to the platoon leader, dead in the open, and retrieved classified documents. He was shot in the abdomen, and a grenade detonated nearby peppering his back with shrapnel.

The chopper pilot was mortally wounded then, and his chopper crashed. Benavidez was in extremely critical condition, and still refused to fall. He ran to the wreckage and got the wounded out of the aircraft, and arranged them into a defensive perimeter to wait for the next chopper. The enemy automatic rifle fire and grenades only intensified, and Benavidez ran and crawled around the perimeter giving out water and ammunition.

The NVA was building up to wipe them out, and Benavidez called in tactical air strikes with a squawk box and threw smoke to direct the fire of arriving gunships. Just before the extraction chopper landed, he was shot again in the left thigh while giving first aid to a wounded man. He still managed to get to his feet and carry some of the men to the chopped, directing the others, when an NVA soldier rushed from the woods and clubbed him over the head with an AK-47. This caused a skull fracture and a deep gash to his left upper arm, and yet he still got back up and decapitated the soldier with one swing of his knife, severing the spine and all tissue on one side of the neck. He then resumed carrying the wounded to the chopper and returning for others, and was shot twice more in the lower back. He shot two more NVA soldiers trying to board the chopper, then made one last trip around the LZ to be sure all documents were retrieved, and finally boarded the chopper. He had lost 2 quarts of blood. Before he blacked out, he shouted to one of the other Green Berets, “Another great day to be in South Vietnam!”

Suffering from 37 bayonet, bullet, and shrapnel wounds in various parts of his body, Benavidez used the last of his strength to pull himself on board the helicopter, the last man to leave the battlefield. The helicopter was completely riddled with holes, covered in blood, and without any functioning instruments, but the pilot somehow took off and got the team out of there. Benavidez lost consciousness as soon as he knew they were clear.

Sergeant Roy P. Benavidez of the 1st Special Forces was credited with single-handedly saving the lives of eight men during six hours of non-stop battle. When a recovery team went through the site a few days later they discovered over 30 empty NVA foxholes with heavy weapons, and saw the battlefield littered with more dead than they had time to count.

After the rescue helicopters landed at the base, Roy Benavidez's motionless body was carried off the helicopter, and after a preliminary inspection by the medical personnel on-site, the hero was gently laid onto a gurney and wheeled into the coroner's office.

Just as they were zipping up his body bag, Benavidez used the last of his energy to spit in the doctor's face.

The mostly-dead Benavidez was rushed into surgery immediately, then transferred to Saigon for many months of intensive rehabilitation. He received the Distinguished Service Cross for his heroic balls-out actions, and once the full details of the battle came declassified the award was upgraded to the Medal of Honor, the highest award for military bravery offered by the United States military. He lived to be 63.
 

doublejj

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[video=youtube;Tc1KrzKavns]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tc1KrzKavns&feature=player_embedded[/video]
 

doublejj

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[video=youtube;iEvNZCUqGRM]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iEvNZCUqGRM&feature=player_detailpage[/video]
 
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