Fuel Guard by Jerry D. Mathes II It’s a joke, standing with a small fire extinguisher and an assortment of hand-tools designed for prying and hacking trapped people from the wreckage of a helicopter afterwhat we call a hard landing, when you stand less than 25 yards off the nose. In full view of the pilot I imagine her face, the look of oh shit, it’s all over and the aircraft balls up, 4000 pounds of Jet-A bursting in a cloud of flame laced with carbon fiber and metal. How still in that split second before my eyes fry our eyes lock. I know she believes I’m going to survive and cross the blasted pad to rescue her, but I’m too close to the fire to save myself. theMeadow 69
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