Blood and Juice Boxes

The sirens were blasting my ears completely off, and they made my brain go completely haywire. It was as if my brain was made out of electrical activity, and it was being shorted out. Oh wait... anyway...

THE SIRENS: "WAH! WAH! WAH! MASH! MASH! MASH! WAR!!! BOGEY! BOGEY! BOGEY! WASH! WAH! WASH!"

I couldn't make out what it was trying to tell me.

I grabbed my scary head with both hands, clenched my eyeballs with my crazy eyelids, and threw myself against the Red Cross bus. I hunkered down. The goddam bus was still pumping out blood for the wounded. Other than my ears being blasted off and my head, brain, mind going crazy, I was in great condition! I could give some blood, to help.

I opened my crazy eyes to see fourteen North Koreans and seven Iranians about one hundred yards away—they trained their muskets in my direction––––sons of bitches. OK. I shouldn't talk that way about their mothers.

My legs hurried me over and behind the bus, as the bullets with their own minds began flying toward the poor blood bus and me.

BING, BANG, CLASH, BING, BING, BING, BANG, BANG, BANG!!!

I touched my body everywhere––no hits on me. I looked at myself with my eyes and perceived with my mind: I was dirty and bloodied (with other people's blood), but I was unwounded–––just really dirty and stinky.

I saw the bastards loading their shitty guns and made a run for it. I jumped inside the blood bus. Inside there were two dead people, one person giving blood, and the doc.

"I can give blood!" I shouted over the sound of the war outside; bombs were exploding, bullets were flying, bings and bangs cried out, and death cackled like a hyena; death was a murderous hyena!

I saw a shuffle behind the doc; someone was huddled up in a corner of the bus. I looked questioningly at the doc.

"It's the President of the United States! Hide him over there behind you!"

The president hobbled over to me, and I stuck him in a cubby, "Hello Mr. President!"

Just then, the doc finished with the person giving blood, and as the donor stood up––

A thunderous, deafening sound, and then…SMASH! EXPLODE! BASH! BOOM! The back of the bus was torn off like a piece of bread from the Olive Garden; jets ran away in the sky like cowards; the doc was gone. The donor was gone. The two dead people were even deader now. The president cowered and whimpered behind me. I stared in shock, but nothing would shock me as much as what I would see next.

A girl was running toward the bus! As I looked at her through one of the blood stained windows, everything was in slow motion. She was so clean. She was wearing a lovely hat and had long, shining mahogany locks. She was so clean. She had magical, green and gold eyes, and there was no war in them. She wore a brilliant, yellow frock that matched her eyes and flowed above her knees; her legs were so smooth and clean and bright and shining. Her sandals were faithful and clean, as she ran elegantly toward me. I bet her name is Sarah Price, I thought.

The idiots across the way were loading their guns again, but they were stunned by the sight of Sarah, so they didn't do much for a second.

She jumped into the bus, and we were face to face.

"HI!"

I just stared into her eyes. I tried to hide in her eyes. I had been in this war for too long, and I was tired.

She put her hand on my shoulder, "HI! Are you OK?!"

I looked at her hand in awe, and then I muttered, "Th…the…the pres…the president."

BING, BANG, TINK, BING, CLASH outside.

"Sorry! Hi! I'm Danny! I'm a little outta sorts, but I'm good enough, but I suppose it depends!"

"I'm Sarah! Sarah Price!"

"Wow! OK! You're so…clean!"

She laughed, "Is there anyone we can give blood to, or is it too late? We can drive the rest of this bus out of here, if we need to, don't you think? What president?"

The bastards outside were slowly advancing on us. I stuck my fist out the window for a second and shot a couple rounds in their direction to slow them down.

"We have the President of the United States here!"

We rushed over to him. He was nodding off, and he damned well looked purple––for God's sake––even though he was black!

"He's dying! We need to save him!"

We carried his limp ass body to one of the beds that was still left; we could see he was bleeding out. We stopped the hemorrhaging. He wasn't bleeding any more, but he didn't have enough blood to live.

The damned sirens shook my soul again, and I thought I was a lost cause, but then Sarah shook me, "I need you!" I snapped out of it, "I'm here to give blood! I ran over here to give blood, to help! The president needs it!"

"Me too! OK! Sit down against the bed," I grabbed some empty blood bags, iodine, and needles, "Looks like the reserve blood bags were blown away!" I grabbed her arm, cleaned it (even though it was already super clean) with iodine, stuck her with the needle, and then I hooked it up to the bag, "Squeeze your fist a bunch of times! We don't have much time!" I shot a couple more rounds out the window, "Now you hook me up!"

Sarah cleaned my dirty arm, iodined me, stuck me, and then hooked up the blood bag. I looked down at the ground and started feeling depressed. Sarah put her amazing free hand on my cheek. I looked into her crazy eyes. She smiled at me, "Now squeeze your crazy hand."

We sat there, against the bed, squeezing our hands, while holding hands, filling up blood bags with blood. Finally, the bags were full––we were exceptional blood givers.

We pulled the damned needles out and stood up. We were both quite dizzy and almost fell over each other, but we held each other up somehow. We hooked up the president to our blood, one bag per arm.

We stumbled to the sitting area, hand in hand.

"Is there any hope?" One of us asked. We looked out the window and saw the advancing enemy. I bet they knew the president was with us.

"One way or another, I bet it's all going to be over soon," one of us said, as I shot my last rounds out the window, willy-nilly.

Dizzy, holding hands, and uncertain about the future, we looked out a window of this blood bus. The skies were gray, it was starting to rain. Torn and ravished buildings, surrounded by the lush green, greenery of magnificent trees and over-grown, beautiful grass, surrounded us––not to mention the enemy. We stared out that crazy window, watching the enemy advance. I looked into her eyes to escape the war, and then we kissed forever—two pale faces, two pale lips, two sets of closed dreaming eyes, two minds minding each other, and tears mingling.

She held one of my hands with both of hers, and she just stared at my hand, while she caressed it.

I looked out the window and saw a green rumble. I looked at the enemy, and the flashes of their weapons were directed at us, but the bus protected us. I looked at the president, and he was less purple. The green rumble was getting closer; it looked like a herd of green monsters, and then the enemies' flashes were directed toward the green rumble. One by one, the enemy began to fall, as fire came from the green rumble at them.

Sarah's head was on my shoulder, and we were both crying, uncertain of what the future held.

"We're gonna be OK, Sarah! The Marines are here!" She looked up, and we could see a swarm of Marines taking over the scene.

We were calm as we watched. I looked to my left and saw a box full of juice boxes. I grabbed one and stuck the straw into it. I nudged Sarah, "My lady? A juice box?"

She smiled through the tears, "Why thank you, sir––much obliged," and she rewarded me with a kiss on the cheek.

I grabbed a juice box for myself. We toasted to each other and drank heartily.

Sarah looked into my eyes, and she could see the war was ending.

"It was beautiful meeting you over blood and juice boxes," one of us said.

And then we kissed and held hands forever.

The Deaf Brothers from Belgium that Decided to Die Together

Two brothers were born deaf. They were twins. They were twin, deaf brothers. I don't know if they were identical or fraternal twins, but they lived in Western Europe—in Belgium.

Being deaf, and being brothers, and being twins, they relied on each other heavily.

Oh, the years passed by, and as the years passed by, they got older. And then they got even older still. As they got older, they grew inseparable—so much so that they no longer relied upon each other—they needed each other. They got older still.

I don't know if they got married to women or whatever, if that's what you're wondering.

People get old. These twin, deaf brothers got old together, and then something terrible began to happen...

They both began to go blind. And my heart broke when I heard this. But Western Europe is very accommodating. So Western Europe told them this:

"Twin, deaf brothers, as your eyesight begins to fade, we are willing to put you into institutions that will take care of both of you, and both of you will be able to continue living together into even older age. What do you two think of that?"

I'm sure they couldn't hear that, but it was communicated to them, one way or another. The twin, deaf brothers consulted with each other, barely being able to see.

They held hands, and finally agreed on something by themselves, as they began to cry.

No. They would not be put into institutions, deaf and blind, not being able to see or communicate with each other any more; they wouldn't have it! So they communicated to the state something to the effect of:

"Thank you for your generous offer State, but we must decline. Being deaf and blind, we brothers would not be able to communicate with each other any more, and we just can't accept that fate. We don't want to leave each other. I would never leave my brother alone, and I would never leave my brother alone either. We love each other too much and life would be unbearable without each other, State. We would be lost in darkness and silence, and without each other. We can't live with that option. We won't leave each other. We can't do that to each other. We don't want to do that to each other. We won't do that to each other, State... our decision is to be euthanized together, before our last glimpses of each other. Thank you."

The state fought them for three years on this, as the brothers grew blinder and blinder.

Finally, mercy shined its light on the brothers' fading eyes, and for a moment they saw each other clearly. They smiled at each other—they would get their wish.

They were taken to a hospital to be euthanized. They were put on gurneys. At this point the brothers were very old. They were ushered into a room. They held hands and looked at each other—they could barely see.

One brother nodded to the other. The other brother nodded back. They could still see each other. Liquids were pumped into their veins, and the brothers became very calm. Everything was very serene, and they became sedated. They felt well. They nodded to each other again, and as they held hands, they began to cry. One brother got up—never letting go of his brothers hand—and got into his brothers gurney. Their other brother and their parents began to cry. The nurses and doctors were crying as well. They held each other.

One brother finally breathed his last breath, as he mouthed to his brother, "I love you." His brother mouthed back, "I love you too." And one brother was peacefully gone. The other brother held his brother, as he became sleepier and sleepier; he could feel the passing away. He smiled, kissed his brother on the forehead, and breathed his last breath.

There the brothers lay holding each other and passed away—gone to SEE and HEAR the LORD, sing songs and dance, and be together forever in heaven.

This is a true story.

The Huffington Post - 1/14/2013 - http://www.huffingtonpost.co.uk/2013/01/14/twin-brothers-die-by-euthanasia-after-blind-diagnosis_n_2470551.html