Transcript
A (0:03)
You are listening to Love and Radio. Your host, Nick Van Der Kolb.
B (0:12)
So. So a lot of people hearing you talk about this are just absolutely not gonna understand.
A (0:21)
Oh, yeah. Also, this episode contains descriptions of graphic violence, including blood and visceral carnage. Please do not attempt the activities described in this episode.
B (0:40)
Oh, it's very difficult to relate to. You know, I'm just. I'm just. Yeah, I just wonder if there's anything going on. When did the. The idea come in?
A (0:56)
Oh, 1973. Where I lived in T Pierre, Wisconsin. That's a suburb of Green Bay. I met a young man, about 16 years old. His name was Pete. He was brought to my house as a visitor. Of course, right away, I noticed that he was missing his right hand. The end of his arm was all bandaged up in a ball. As we talked, he said he lost his hand in Vietnam. I had the feeling that he felt uncomfortable talking about this, so I didn't press the issue. We didn't know each other very well. Sometime later, I learned through neighborhood teen friends that he didn't lose his hand in Vietnam, but on his dad's farm. Pete was making a pipe bomb with gunpowder. It exploded, shredding his right hand and several fingers on his left.
B (2:02)
So he was 15 years old and was telling people he had been to Vietnam.
A (2:07)
I believe he was about 15 years old, maybe 16.
B (2:11)
And how old were you at the time?
A (2:14)
I think I was 32.
B (2:17)
So did you have kind of like a fatherly sort of relationship with him? Like, what was your relationship like?
A (2:24)
Father. And also just a good, close personal friend. When I first met him, he was very quiet and shy and reclusive, not willing to talk about or even show his arm to other people. Well, I looked at it and said, gee, that's no problem. It's sort of a handicap, but a person can do anything he wants. I thought, gee, I'm going to try and help him as much as I can. He needed all the confidence I could give him. I was quite excited when he came over to my house one evening after dinner. He was wearing his prosthesis. Wow. What's that you got there? I said excitedly. I could sense that he was testing me to find out how I felt about it. This was the first time I'd ever seen one close up. I could see the reaction on his face. He was glad I liked it. Over the months, our mutual trust grew. Yeah. One Saturday morning, as we gathered around the living room stove to dress, to go out, Pete had his youngest brother tie his boots. As usual, I was a bit surprised at this as Pete was quite able to do most everything himself now that he was using his hook every day. The next morning I had an idea. While putting on my boots, I watched Pete for a minute, then said, pete, why don't you try this? I use a pair of pliers in my right hand. As he would have used his hook, I gripped the laces with the pliers and tied my boots. It wasn't long before Pete was tying his own boots faster than anyone else. It was a matter of having self confidence. He needed to attempt these new things. I felt a warm glow inside from my friend who had made so much progress since that first night when he came to my house with a cast on his shortened arm. He was becoming more accepting of himself and his condition. I felt there was no stopping him now. He was gradually regaining the confidence that was blown away last summer. One crisp, clear Friday afternoon in February, Pete, his brothers and I went out to a field near my house to launch some of their solid field rockets. We had a small square of plywood that served as a launching pad. On top of this was mounted a small support stick which held the rocket and guided it as it was launched. The launcher arm wasn't sturdy or long enough to properly support the missile on the launch pad, so I elected to design a better one. The next morning I told them I'd have it ready when the guy came over later that day. Here are my simple do it yourself rocket launcher building instructions. Step 1. Cut the 10 foot 2x4 down to a piece 2ft long. Turn on the SAW motor. Step 2 pick up the long board to be cut and place it on the table saw. Be careful not to step on those dangly nylon bootlaces. One could trip over the planks of wood lying on the floor in front of the table saw. Well, as luck would have it, I wasn't careful. As my instructions suggested, I did trip and fall right into the whirring 10 inch saw blade. My first thought was, my face is crashing right down into the saw blade. I must stop myself. Well, I tried to break my fall of my right arm and in the process it struck the top of the table and as I continued to fall forward, it slid across the table into the blade. The motor stalled as my arm went through the blade. It was too much of a load too fast. This most intense pain that I think a person can feel. If you've ever bumped your crazy boat in your elbow and you get a very sharp, painful feeling, that's what it felt like. It was heavy, heavy pain in my arm from the nerves that were all cut right, just right above my wrist. All those nerves in that arm are screaming, screaming at the top of their little voices saying, ow, this hurts. I had taken a lot of first aid courses. I grabbed a towel and put it around my hand and I knew that I had to hold my vein in my arm so that I wouldn't bleed to death. In the meantime, I got my phone, put it up to my ear and dial O and then get back to holding the artery so it wouldn't bleed. I told the operator this was an emergency and I wanted to talk to the hospital. I said I'd be there in about 10. Then I told the operator to ring my friend Todd, who lived just behind me on the next street. So my friend came over and I grabbed a towel and put it around my hand and got in the truck, put the towel with my hand hanging in it. Darn thing was still attached to me with some skin, you know. My friend drove the truck. I can remember his foot shaking on the gas pedal. He was so nervous. Oh my gosh. What did you do? What did you. I was okay, but he was quite shook up.
