[BH4] Fwd: Loss of a hasher on trail - Okinawa
James M Brabson
james.m.brabson at gmail.com
Fri Dec 10 00:26:45 CST 2010
This was originally dated on Dec 3rd, but I've been traveling...
With tears welling up in my eyes and great sadness I post to this list
of the tragic loss that we suffered this past Saturday.
We literally lost our dearly beloved Mommy's Murple on trail, a hasher
who didn't have a mean bone in his body, could run faster than the wind
and whose smile was so infectious it might be a long time before we will
all be able to smile again without it in our circle. We are in complete
and utter shock... Those of you in Okinawa may have gotten to know him
at Nash Hash.
What had started out as beautiful November day with a lovely
shiggilicious eagle trail through the nether regions of the greater
Iwakuni area... ended up in tragedy when veteran hasher more than 100
runs (quite impressive in IWSH3 which only runs 2 times a month... only
6 other hashers own that headband) and super fast FRB, the ire of all
hares... died in the most inaccessible part of the trail, deep in head
high ferns and up a 55 to 65 degree incline to the saddle of mountain...
Unfortunately despite over an hour of CPR by members of our hash and us
amazingly finding him curled up in the pitch black and escorting the
EMTs to his location we were unable to revive his cold body. More tragic
for us was he was an amazing runner in the kind of shape as Ghost
Rider... he went down at the very beginning of the trail one of the last
places we suspected him to be... as we operating our search on the
premise that he had fallen and could not get out on his own searching
the whole trail and the steep portions of the beginning.
All signs point to that he may have suffered a heart attack but at this
point we don't know. We tragically mourn his loss and would ask that our
mother hash and brother and sister hashers pour a little beer out in his
honor and hold your drinking vessels high and have a down down in
Mommy's Murple's honor. The only saving grace of having to deal with
the droves of agents from the Japanese side and the US side... Japanese
National Police, Coroners, PMO, CID and NCIS escorting them complaining
up the mountain to where he laid is that we found him first and Murple
as he commonly referred to here, died doing what he loved and with those
friends he most enjoyed to spend his time with.
There may be ramifications that springs out from this we don't know (the
Japanese translator for either the police or PMO went off in quite a
rude description of the hash... "Oh the hash is involved in this, that
group no wonder... to the Japanese EMTs grouping to hike up ... "it's a
group of trouble makers who... there was more but I had divorce myself
from eavesdropping on his conversation in Japanese as I about ready to
tear his fucking head off for being so insensitive at the hour of our
greatest tragedy) maybe he thought since it was only gaijin around that
maybe we wouldn't understand... fortunately everyone else we dealt with
was at least empathetic to our tragedy.
We pray nothing more comes of it than the tragic loss of his smile in
our circle and so far at least from the US side they have been quite
sympathetic.... but as OH3 is no stranger to witch hunts that are born
out of different innocent incidents that have occurred that somehow get
lead back to the so called "deviant" behavior that some puritan
authority figure with an axe to grind makes us hashers out to have. I
ask that you stay vigilant and caution as the news of his tragic loss
filters through the military grape vines.
On in utter shock On+++>
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