Of the several times I have brushed death, none of those times included a chant to a god.
My typical response in my head was “Ah fuck. This is going to be a fun ride.”, or a variation of those words. It usually involved some dark sarcasm, now that I think about it.
(Working on an aircraft carrier flight deck is extremely dangerous and sailors can delop some morbid humor as a result. I ain’t saying it’s right, but that it’s just a thing. Stress response is weird.)
Of the several times I have brushed death, none of those times included a chant to a god.
My typical response in my head was “Ah fuck. This is going to be a fun ride.”, or a variation of those words. It usually involved some dark sarcasm, now that I think about it.
(Working on an aircraft carrier flight deck is extremely dangerous and sailors can delop some morbid humor as a result. I ain’t saying it’s right, but that it’s just a thing. Stress response is weird.)
For me it was always “huh, so this is it” only later would I freak out how close I was.