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My Mate Mike! RIP!
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skeptic_SA
Executive Member
Cheers Stennie
sand_man
Honorary Master
Cheers Stennie!!
Mortymoose
Honorary Master
Fellow Forumites, I thank you ....
last night, in true Celtic Fashion we raised a few good glasses over at Tom's Cabin,
This fine morning to gather my thoughts I walked 10km down to the beach and then back through the desert to town...
It helped a ton..... My afternoon at home was going well, I regained my strength after shouting at Stennie out there in the desert....
Then the call came down the line thirty minutes ago.....The police need me to go down to the mortuary tomorrow morning to ID the body...... this is a problem for me..... a real problem..... nobody else in the town that knew him wanted to do it..... a gunshot to the head..... I really, really do not know how I am going to get this done.....
My anger for Stennie has returned and I am now bitter with him for having placed his friends in such a situation.....
I just had to air this somewhere..... it might help me sleep tonight..... can see myself getting blitzed out of my skull before ten tomorrow morning.....
last night, in true Celtic Fashion we raised a few good glasses over at Tom's Cabin,
This fine morning to gather my thoughts I walked 10km down to the beach and then back through the desert to town...
It helped a ton..... My afternoon at home was going well, I regained my strength after shouting at Stennie out there in the desert....
Then the call came down the line thirty minutes ago.....The police need me to go down to the mortuary tomorrow morning to ID the body...... this is a problem for me..... a real problem..... nobody else in the town that knew him wanted to do it..... a gunshot to the head..... I really, really do not know how I am going to get this done.....
My anger for Stennie has returned and I am now bitter with him for having placed his friends in such a situation.....
I just had to air this somewhere..... it might help me sleep tonight..... can see myself getting blitzed out of my skull before ten tomorrow morning.....
Jeez man that is absolutely horrific situation to be in. Can't a positive identification be made by a distinctive birth mark or scar from surgery or something.Fellow Forumites, I thank you ....
last night, in true Celtic Fashion we raised a few good glasses over at Tom's Cabin,
This fine morning to gather my thoughts I walked 10km down to the beach and then back through the desert to town...
It helped a ton..... My afternoon at home was going well, I regained my strength after shouting at Stennie out there in the desert....
Then the call came down the line thirty minutes ago.....The police need me to go down to the mortuary tomorrow morning to ID the body...... this is a problem for me..... a real problem..... nobody else in the town that knew him wanted to do it..... a gunshot to the head..... I really, really do not know how I am going to get this done.....
My anger for Stennie has returned and I am now bitter with him for having placed his friends in such a situation.....
I just had to air this somewhere..... it might help me sleep tonight..... can see myself getting blitzed out of my skull before ten tomorrow morning.....
Mortymoose
Honorary Master
We love in the sticks, things are still done the primitive way...
However, The English HO has contacted our local Doctor Doppies, who will accompany me, I guess in a way I am hoping that he will do the ID, seeing as he too knew Stennie....
YeaNutz
Well-Known Member
R.I.P Stennie! AKA Mike. You were loved and will be remembered.
Hopefully he will be able to do it, not that I would wish that upon anybody but being a doctor he has the training to fall back on.
D3nz
Honorary Master
Cheers Stennie! Strength Morty!
Mortymoose
Honorary Master
Sitting here at home sucking on an ice cold Windhoek....
The Morgue is a small green building situated out in the desert to the north of the town with a light above the main doors. When the light is illuminated then we know that there is a person in the fridge..
I have often driven past this building over the last forty years, but never have I stepped foot in it.
The sun was extremely bright and hot as the English HO and I stood on the brittle desert sands outside the mortuary waiting for the police to arrive.
There was already a solitary nurse standing in her bright blue uniform outside the half hanging gate.
I felt a lump in my throat and walked away from the green building.... out into the dry desert, my eyes picking up the figures of two gemsboks lying on the sands behind a bush a mere 100 metres to my right.
Then the Police Panzer Wagon appeared on the dirt road behind the building, two officers looking very solemn stepping out.
I burst into tears once again, my head throbbing know....cursing that clunt of a mate.... Stennie...
Then the blue hospital bus pulled up and an orderly and two nurses appeared....
....They Police officers introduced themselves, shaking hands he started to describe the condition of the body, explaining what the bullet had done to my friend's head. I once again pack out into tears, The English HO, like a pillar next me , rubbing my back...
The detective seeing my reaction pauses, holding the manila case file in his hand, Stennie's ID attached to it....Stennie looking at me ... then said that we can skip the Identification and that I only needed to sign the papers, I got the impression that my mate had planned his departure down to the proverbial T..... leaving phone numbers, ID papers , ready for the police.
Initially I was relieved and could feel the heaviness leaving my shoulders....
It was around this time that the good Doctor Doppies made his appearance.... cigarette in hand, dark socks and flip flops, he saunters into the yard, grey beard reflecting the bright early morning sunshine...
He too was a friend of Stennie, Stennie had been a patient of his, they had frequented bars together. Doppies went on to tell us how they use to refill their ammo in Stennie's garage before heading on over to the local gun club for shooting competition...
Doppies, once again stepped up to the plate, donned plastic gloves and the trio of police and medical folk trooped into the mortuary.
I was off the hook, in a sense (with a wry smile) had dodged a bullet.
Turns out , over the years Doctor Doppies was the chap that did all the autopsies here in our town, that has changed years ago, he had to perform too many on friends and people he knew. I knew he was doing this for us.
So here I sit at home, not knowing what to do, sipping on a cold one, thinking a braai in the Weber that my mate Stennie had given me might be deemed appropriate.
(As per the OT, I type these words, because it helps me deal with what has transpired over the last 72 hours!)
The Morgue is a small green building situated out in the desert to the north of the town with a light above the main doors. When the light is illuminated then we know that there is a person in the fridge..
I have often driven past this building over the last forty years, but never have I stepped foot in it.
The sun was extremely bright and hot as the English HO and I stood on the brittle desert sands outside the mortuary waiting for the police to arrive.
There was already a solitary nurse standing in her bright blue uniform outside the half hanging gate.
I felt a lump in my throat and walked away from the green building.... out into the dry desert, my eyes picking up the figures of two gemsboks lying on the sands behind a bush a mere 100 metres to my right.
Then the Police Panzer Wagon appeared on the dirt road behind the building, two officers looking very solemn stepping out.
I burst into tears once again, my head throbbing know....cursing that clunt of a mate.... Stennie...
Then the blue hospital bus pulled up and an orderly and two nurses appeared....
....They Police officers introduced themselves, shaking hands he started to describe the condition of the body, explaining what the bullet had done to my friend's head. I once again pack out into tears, The English HO, like a pillar next me , rubbing my back...
The detective seeing my reaction pauses, holding the manila case file in his hand, Stennie's ID attached to it....Stennie looking at me ... then said that we can skip the Identification and that I only needed to sign the papers, I got the impression that my mate had planned his departure down to the proverbial T..... leaving phone numbers, ID papers , ready for the police.
Initially I was relieved and could feel the heaviness leaving my shoulders....
It was around this time that the good Doctor Doppies made his appearance.... cigarette in hand, dark socks and flip flops, he saunters into the yard, grey beard reflecting the bright early morning sunshine...
He too was a friend of Stennie, Stennie had been a patient of his, they had frequented bars together. Doppies went on to tell us how they use to refill their ammo in Stennie's garage before heading on over to the local gun club for shooting competition...
Doppies, once again stepped up to the plate, donned plastic gloves and the trio of police and medical folk trooped into the mortuary.
I was off the hook, in a sense (with a wry smile) had dodged a bullet.
Turns out , over the years Doctor Doppies was the chap that did all the autopsies here in our town, that has changed years ago, he had to perform too many on friends and people he knew. I knew he was doing this for us.
So here I sit at home, not knowing what to do, sipping on a cold one, thinking a braai in the Weber that my mate Stennie had given me might be deemed appropriate.
(As per the OT, I type these words, because it helps me deal with what has transpired over the last 72 hours!)
AfricanTech
Honorary Master
Cheers Stennie!
Mortymoose
Honorary Master
I was thinking about my mate Stennie just now....... Braaing, a few toots! Kris singing about Sunday Morning coming down..... This past two weeks, I also watched the Ken Burns series, The Vietnam war, many correlations to the Angolan war to which Stennie partook in....
I would seriously give almost anything to have my mate Stennie here to bitch to me that I braai the meat too long...... As he always did...... This afternoon, I took out my philips screwdriver to tighten the screw on the Braai tongs he gave me...... As I took that meat off....earlier than I would, I thought og him..... Stennie you Clunt!
I would seriously give almost anything to have my mate Stennie here to bitch to me that I braai the meat too long...... As he always did...... This afternoon, I took out my philips screwdriver to tighten the screw on the Braai tongs he gave me...... As I took that meat off....earlier than I would, I thought og him..... Stennie you Clunt!
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For Stennie. RIP.