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When I was in the Marines, I used to drive all-nighters from Camp Lejeune in Jacksonville, North Carolina to my home town in Rochester, New York and then back again for 4 day weekends (Easily a 14 hour drive on average). I literally would drive all night coming back at the last possible moment, and make it to the barracks 2 hours before formation. This time I got no sleep the entire weekend. I was about 2 hours from being back, and I completely passed out on a podunk 2 lane 55 MPH road. One thing, I was still driving. Suddenly I heard a loud yell saying, "Wake up!", and felt a hard jerk on my arm. I was in the wrong lane, and there was a car coming directly at me. I swerved to the right, tried to compensate, then swerved back into the wrong lane, then right back into my lane, inches from hitting the other car head on. You don't live a crash like that. Scared the living shit out of me. The voice was out of left field too.