There is a theory that if you pick up a book and turn to page 69, you will know if the book is interesting or not
so we are putting it to the test…
“Sudah is the last person to ever be scared of.” Matt knew how gentle and kind his wife was.
“Okay ladies,” the chief entered the room. “There‘s a tropical storm moving in. I need you to be extra careful and keep an eye on your TAWS.” Each chopper was outfitted with a terrain awareness and warning system as well as GPS, absolute necessities when flying in inclement weather. “I don‘t want any incidents out there.”
The weather service was predicting an active storm and hurricane season through the summer. This storm was just the first of many.
“You and me both.” Tony muttered under his breath.
Both Frankie and Matt hid their grins at Tony‘s comment.
“I‘m serious.” The chief scowled at Tony. “Frank, Chris is going to be riding with you today. Just remember, the barometer‘s gone crazy and there are winds of 60-miles-per-hour.”
Frank and Chris were sent out to move a critical heart patient from the Outer Banks to a trauma center inland. The patient, a 53-year old man, needed pacing as they transferred him from the barrier reef‘s hospital unit.
Matt and Tony were toned out to a motorcycle accident on the mainland‘s coastal highway. As they were getting ready to land at the LZ, Matt could see the fast moving storm clouds and lightning flashes that were headed their way. He made up his mind to move the patient as quickly as possible or they might not be able to lift off at all.
The young man had taken his bike down on the normally busy highway; it was empty thanks to the high winds and storm warnings. The motorcycle crashed into a thicket of trees and neatly wrapped itself around one tall Magnolia. The cyclist was about 80-feet down the road against a guardrail, the first trooper on the scene had to scan…