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anonymous November 20 2005, 02:28:30 UTC
I used to be obsessed with Rainbow Brite when I was a kid. My entire room was nothing but Rainbow Brite, the walls, bed spread, clothes, everything...Every toy that had anything to do with R.B. I had. Ahhh, the memories.

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anonymous March 24 2008, 07:37:11 UTC
A story, or part therof...

The helicopter rocked slightly as the rotors took the weight from the wheels then lifted into the air. As the G-Forces lessened, the rotor noise settled from a violent clapping sound to a hum and a whistle. It could be felt now more as a cosntant pressure on the side of my head than as a noise.

I looked around at the melee inside the back of the aircraft. Four stretchers were laid out with a man on each. Medics were crouded round the first three, but no-one was attending the fourth. Turning my back to the empty blackness beyond the open rear door, I sat on the ramp, at the head of the stretcher and started a primary examination of the casualty.

In what limited moonlight we had, I could see that his head was bandaged, and that he was still breathing. A breif search showed he had now cat bleeds. With a little luck, I thought, he might survive long enough to get to hospital, into the hands of the surgeons.
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rainbowsmiles May 31 2008, 16:34:55 UTC
*hugs* thanks for sharing -- although now I am curious as to who you are. :)

XOX
K

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Me. joodas June 9 2008, 21:57:06 UTC
My name's Joe (ignore the username, I picked it as a kid and have never got round to changing it). I just got back from Afghanistan with the TA Rifles. Trying to get used to civvy life again as best I can.

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