posted on Jan, 10 2013 @ 06:08 AM
Yeah, cracked my head on a jump. Twice, I guess, if you go all the way back to Ft Benning.
It's really odd when you can't remember much.
I don't remember the actual impact, nor parts of the day before it. I suddenly became aware I was being carried by people. It was like being in
transit to somewhere, you're on a plane, then suddenly you're being packed along by people you don't know, with just a blurry confusion for a
transition. Big headache. I knew that I knew them.
I knew that I trusted them. I knew I was ok. But I couldn't tell you who I was, nor who they were, nor where I was, nor what the heck I was doing
there. Just a sense of intense familiarity.
And every few minutes it would wipe clean and I'd have to start over. I was aware this was happening, but not what had happened the time prior. Just
a sense that I was constantly losing lock on what was happening. So I just laid back and let it flow.
Eventually the resetting thing stopped and I still didn't know who I was nor anything else. I knew words, that wasn't an issue. But not names of
things. Categories of concepts were gone. I could tell you something was a tree, but not what sort. When we stopped, the guys would ask if I knew
them. Nope. Aren't you my brother? My uncle? (at least I didn't ask if they were my Dad like at Ft B).
After about an hour, I got first names. It took about four before I got mine back. That was really odd. Six hours in I was 100%, but I never recalled
However, I never lost a sense of me. I couldn't tell you my name, but I recall the whole thing from just before the restarting thing quit, and I was
me the whole time, just me with no long term memories.