He cut me
I can’t believe he cut me
It was an accident
But still it hurts
All across my belly
A stinging scratch
Burning
Probably some blood
I hope not
At least it can’t get worse
He didn’t hit my head
BANG
CLANG
WHACK
medic
Another poem from Israel, this one is about a fun injury I got in fencing. Not a really bad one. I moved and the other blade slipped under my jacket to leave a burning scratch along my belly. Then the next match had a hit that spun my helmet and left a dent. Oddly enough, I still miss those days.





That’s wierd… I just had to re-follow your blog… I never un-followed it to begin with!!!! 😮
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Odd. Maybe you hit it by accident. Happens to me all the time.
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Great post btw
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Thanks.
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I wish I had taken up fencing… it does sound fun…
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You get a lot of great stories out of it too.
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Hahaha…love this!
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Thanks.
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The joy of pain. 🙂
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At times. Not in the heat of the moment though. Then it’s all ouch.
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Like usual, it seems, I read this on Twitter after waking up last night.
I thought it was hilarious.
And I don’t blame you for missing that. Fencing has always seemed just . . . great. I don’t know. I’ve just always wanted to do it. Not a whole lot of fencing going on here, apart from building literal fences.
Yaaaaay.
Did you hear the drawling sarcasm dripping from that, or no?
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I got it. There might be some classes around your area at a community center.
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I laughed and shuddered reading this…my son is off to another historical re-enactment…last one one guy broke his arm and another got a slight concussion…his helmet was dented when some idiot lowered his sword on his head…just dented the helmet though. And they’re lucky because they have 3 meter long pikes that keep the rowdier bunch at a distance!
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Ouch. I’m sure he’ll be fine. Reenactments feel a lot safer than fencing. Not that fencing is dangerous.
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Oh..he’ll be fine…nobody has been killed yet 🙂
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