"I had this idea that if I knew we were going to be killed, if I knew we were going to be executed, or we were going to die, I wanted to die tripping at that point in time. I was still very young. I took a huge amount of LSD with me because I had the sense that if I was going to get blown away I at least wanted to be off my face when it happened. So at some point when I knew we were going to get masacred I started eating the LSD, which meant I started coming up on this tremendous trip at that point in time. It seemed that I could see much better in the dark. It all seemed very peaceful and relaxed, as well. And, um, something very beautiful, I mean very much like a big party. The constant flashing of the artillery had this sort of strobe effect. And the weirdest thing was that the airplanes were still taking off and bombing us. Because of the stingers, theheat seeking rockets, that Reagan had issued to the mujahideen, the airplanes were dropping parachute flares, those little flares that were used to distract the rockets. So the whole sky was filled with parachute flares, and these parachutes would come down so slowly towards the earth. And it was so bright it washed out the sky and I couldn't see the real stars, and it felt like the stars were coming down slowly towards the earth; which gave the funny impression as if the whole world was rising up very slowly towards the sky the whole time. Everything felt very light. And these big balls of flames and these sharp red lines which were like lasers, which were actually tracing fire, but also if you're tripping one's eyes tends to retain things for a split second longer so there would be a sort of cat's cradle trace of fire was getting very pretty. And I had this absurd impression that I could see where the landmines were so it really wouldn't matter.
Filmmaker, Richard Stanley, reports his absurd impressions of war after gobbling down heroic doses of LSD.
"I had this idea that if I knew we were going to be killed, if I knew we were going to be executed, or we were going to die, I wanted to die tripping at that point in time. I was still very young. I took a huge amount of LSD with me because I had the sense that if I was going to get blown away I at least wanted to be off my face when it happened. So at some point when I knew we were going to get masacred I started eating the LSD, which meant I started coming up on this tremendous trip at that point in time. It seemed that I could see much better in the dark. It all seemed very peaceful and relaxed, as well. And, um, something very beautiful, I mean very much like a big party. The constant flashing of the artillery had this sort of strobe effect. And the weirdest thing was that the airplanes were still taking off and bombing us. Because of the stingers, theheat seeking rockets, that Reagan had issued to the mujahideen, the airplanes were dropping parachute flares, those little flares that were used to distract the rockets. So the whole sky was filled with parachute flares, and these parachutes would come down so slowly towards the earth. And it was so bright it washed out the sky and I couldn't see the real stars, and it felt like the stars were coming down slowly towards the earth; which gave the funny impression as if the whole world was rising up very slowly towards the sky the whole time. Everything felt very light. And these big balls of flames and these sharp red lines which were like lasers, which were actually tracing fire, but also if you're tripping one's eyes tends to retain things for a split second longer so there would be a sort of cat's cradle trace of fire was getting very pretty. And I had this absurd impression that I could see where the landmines were so it really wouldn't matter.
We'd headed off to the mountains where there was a field hospital that we eventually got to after about a day. And the doctors at the field hospital gave huge amounts of morphine and analgesics. And everyone thought I was a doctor because I was from the west, so I got in this weird situation where I got stuck being in this field hospital trying to perform surgery on people without really any honest-to-God knowledge of how to do it, just a lot of LSD and analgesics. We could deal with flesh wounds and external wounds fairly easily, but there's obviously not much I could do about operating on people. If people had problems with deep internal problems, brains, spines, there was very little one could actually do other than give them morphine. And eventually we'd packed the survivors into the back of the truck, and more or less drove them out to the lines. And that went on for a hell of a while."
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