I was in two battles today with barbed wire fences.
Battle #1: I was slipping through the strands of barbed wire with the kid to go recover a rocket. He got through fine. Me not so much. My pants snagged on one of the barbs which threw my momentum off, my arms went a'whirling, and I got two lovely scratches on my left hand from some particularly rusty barbs.
Battle #2: On the way back after recovering the rocket we were going over another barbed wire fence. The kid got right over and offered help. I held a post with my bleeding hand and took his hand with my other. I stepped on the fencing and as he pulled me up he lost his grip, and I fell back...WHAM!...on my shoulder. All in front of a small crowd of people.
While #1 is now my reason for having a Monday morning appointment to get a tetanus shot, #2 gave my dad excellent footage to capture with his quadcoptor he had circling above.
And the Oscar goes to....
And it's OK to laugh. I am.
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